Sorry this took so long, but great things come to those who wait. So um, yeah, here it is.
Syrus, Odella, Killian and Skylar are Nina and Fabian's children
Kenna, Adley, and Brant are Patricia's and Mick's children.
Tate is Piper's and Luft's son.
Mace is Alfie's and Amber's son.
Eira doesn't have family connecting to the Children of The Prophecy but she's a major role in the book.
-Kate
Secrets run this Kingdom
Eira stepped out of her room for the first time in the few days she had been there. People were rushing around, holding flowers, food, candles. They were yelling orders, pushing passed her, ignoring her in the midst of craziness that was occurring in front of her eyes.
"Eira!" She spun around to see Syrus, rushing towards her.
"Prince Syrus, what a pleasant surprise. May I ask, what is going on around here?" She questioned, gesturing to numerous servants rushing around her.
"They are trying to plan my birthday party, which wasn't last minute but by the looks of it, it very well could be." Syrus joked, and Eira nodded, not understanding the joke.
"Are you old enough to take the throne, yet?" She questioned, tilting her head and smiling at him. Though her skin was so cold, it was blue, her lips were red, maybe it was the lipstain his mother had put upon her lips.
"Yes, I am, but I cannot take the throne until my father or mother passes, because they swore to each other that they would rule together, and if the other died, that they would give up their throne, because they couldn't bare to leave their side." Syrus explained, and the two started walking down the hallway.
"That is lovely, they must love each other very much." Eira smiled at him, and he shrugged.
"It might seem that way, most of the time, but I do believe my mother's heart has always belonged to someone else, more than it did my father." Eira's ears perked up at this, and she turned to him.
"Was his name Jerome?" She questioned, and he looked at her shocked, but nodded, "Your mother sees him, running around the hallways, standing by the windows, in the pathway, she can hear him calling her name, like she's young again, and she still has many wars to fight."
"How do you know that?" He asked her, and she simply smiled.
"I know more than most people would know." Syrus looked at her, like it was the first time he had ever laid eyes on her. She was a force, that he knew, but know in a different light, she wasn't just an unforgettable winter that had fallen upon them, but a bright moon, shining down like comforting song.
"Well, I do believe that know. Eira, would you like to accompany me to my birthday party tonight." He smiled at her, and she sucked at deep breath in, like she would about to jump into the deepest, and coldest lake in her world. She blinked at him, a handsome face to a very strange soul.
"Yes, I would." She answered, and he sighed in relief. His stomach twisted in a way that it hadn't for a very long time, like he was seeing Arabelle again. She was like a new dream, one that he could finally have in his hands, like for once, Arabelle was a story that he had told himself over and over again.
"I will see you then." He smiled, and bowed. She curtsied and he started backing away, eyes not wavering from her. She smiled, and blushed, quickly turning away from the future king. He smiled at her once more, then looking around at the servants who were smirking at them. He flushed red and practically ran down the hallway.
"I heard Tate and Kenna are going to be engaged soon." Odella walked up to her brother as he was trying to escape the servants.
"Yes, we all know that, Odella, haven't you noticed anything?" Syrus sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, yes, but I mean soon, as in tonight." Odella explained, taking her brother's arm, pulling him off to the side.
"Tonight? But tonight's..." Syrus started, and Odella nodded, "Mother set this up, didn't she? She must have known I was going to announce our journey tonight. She wants them to get engaged so the thought of me trying to one up my best friend would be rude and I could not get a chance to say anything, which possible mean that, we could not go on the journey..."
"Mother does think it very unwise to go on the night of the Eve of the Eclipse, Klok will announce the newest prophecy, the one that you will follow. Krig told me they do believe it will involve Eira, and that you might have to go on the journey."
"But I already have my own prophecy, one I have to fulfill just like Mother did. I can't just run away from this, Mother would never let me live it down. She always went on about how I have to fulfill my destiny the same way that she did and now I can't?" Syrus yelled, face growing red with rage, and Odella grabbed his shoulders.
"You will go on that journey no matter what. You will take Eira, Tate, and Kenna and you will travel until you find the army, in which you will send word to us, and we will send an army to help you. I will send an army to help you." Odella smiled at him, and he sighed.
"Why couldn't you have been the firstborn, you would make a much better ruler." Odella laughed, and stepped away from her brother, turning around and started walking away.
"Don't worry, I've already planned your assassination!" She yelled over her shoulder, and continued down the hallway.
"Brother!" Syrus smiled and turned around to see Skylar and Killian running down the hallway towards him. Skylar jumped on top of him, sending him to the ground with a thump.
"Skylar!" Syrus laughed, grabbing his youngest brother, and getting off the ground. He threw him over his shoulder and spun around, making him laugh and laugh again.
"Brother, brother, let me down at once, or I will not tell you about the girl I want to take to your party." Syrus stopped, and paused for a moment.
"You drive a hard bargain, my friend." Syrus set him down on the ground, and Killian smiled at the two of them.
"Skylar, tell him." Killian told him, pushing his brother closer to Syrus. Skylar frowned at him for a second, because in truth, he never was going to tell Syrus who he wanted to ask, because Skylar knew that he would get made fun of by Tate, Kenna, Syrus, Mace and even Odella.
"I wanted to ask Eira, she's very pretty and Mother doesn't like her." Skylar told him, and Syrus started laughing.
"A little rebel already, but I'm afraid you are just a little late, Skylar, she's already been asked." Skylar looked at him with sad eyes.
"By whom?" He questioned, and Syrus sighed.
"I asked her and she answered yes." Skylar looked offended, jumping on him once more.
"You big bag of lottlenuts, you are a liar!" Skylar yelled, and Syrus couldn't stop laughing. Killian had doubled over, holding onto his gut. Tate had walked upon the scene of the three brothers and stopped for a moment, just to watch him. He hadn't seen any of them this happy since they were young, Syrus maybe fourteen, Killian was most likely ten and Skylar was probably five, no younger than that.
"I am not a big bag of lottlenuts, you are! You do not believe your brother, the Future King of Edon! I might as well put you in the dungeon right now." Syrus joked, picking up his youngest brother, "Killian, my most trustworthy brother, help me take this prisoner to Mother and Father right now, so he can get the punishment he deserves!"
Killian grabbed onto Skylar's legs, while Syrus held his arms, they started walking, swinging him the young boy back and forth, the trio laughing like maniacs. Skylar's face was bright red from his laughter, clearly enjoying this moment with his brother.
"Look! It is the Future General, Tate Lilla of Lilla House. He would know what to do with a criminal like this one!" Killian yelled, and Syrus nodded in agreement.
"Yes, my brother, he does! General Tate, what would you do to one who would call the future King, Prince Syrus, a big bag of lottlenuts, and a liar?" Syrus asked, and Killian let go of Skylar's legs and Syrus held onto his arms, setting him up straight.
"I would lock him in the tallest tower for years and years." Tate told them, standing up straight, and Skylar looked scared. The three started laughing, and Syrus let Skylar go.
"Do you swear that you will never call me a big bag of lottlenuts or a liar every again?" Syrus asked him, and he nodded.
"I swear on the razzlberries under my bed that I will never call you a big bag of lottlenuts or a liar again." Skylar repeated. Syrus smiled at his two brother, then stood up.
"You two, go get ready for the party, maybe Eira will save you a dance." Skylar's eyes lit up, and started running towards his room, and Killian laughed, and followed afterward.
"Are you planning on taking Eira to the party?" Tate asked, turning to his friend. Syrus grinned and nodded his head, starting down the hallway. Tate was quick to follow.
"Indeed I am, and Skylar is not happy about it. He wanted to take her, but I do not think that would have been his best decision, because it would make our mother unhappy. Best if I do it, then Skylar can still have a loving relationship with her, unlike myself." Syrus explained, stopping at his doorway.
"I must tell you, your mother thought it best if I proposed tonight, which I thought was absurd, because it is your party of course, I could not do that to a dear friend."
"Then, when will you propose?"
"After our journey is done, I do not think it wise that we commit, and end up dead." Tate told his friend, and Syrus slapped his hand on shoulder.
"I think that would be best, but do not think you shall die so easily out there. You will still have me. Do not think I will let you die." Syrus told him, and Tate nodded.
"I will see you at the party." Tate told him, turning around and walked. Syrus watched as he walked away, head down, rubbing the back of his neck.
Syrus sighed, and walked into his bedroom. His curtains were drawn and the bright sunlight was streaming through the windows. It shined on a mannequin, the one that wore his outfit. He walked towards it, and slipped it on. He was wearing gray trousers with his bleach white shirt, filled with old pins from his grandfathers, and a bright red sash across his chest, signaling that he was the prince, and he was to be King. He brushed his hair down, and put on his black shoes. A pair of gloves sat on his desk table, right next to the crown he was suppose to wear. He wasn't like his mother, he never wanted to be praised for putting on a dumb crown. His mother took pride in her crown, always saying it would one day, be passed down to Odella or his future wife, but he didn't want either of them to have it, if he did ever wed. The crown was poison, it made one thirst for power when worn, it caused his mother to start looking down at everyone else. He was told when she was younger, she was soft like water, but now she was cold and cruel and even the blindest man to walk the soil of Edon could see that. She was never the Messiah, the Messiah saved people, but now his mother would rather let them die. He slipped on the crown anyways.
"Prince Syrus, it is time." He turned to the guard and nodded. He followed after him, him leading the way to the ballroom. He could see the lights of the candles, and there were flowers hanging off the walls. He saw tables and tables of food laying in wait to be eaten. He stood in the doorway, watching as people laughed, smiled, and danced around him. Then he saw Eira, and almost stopped breathing for a moment.
She looked flawless. Her long, icy white hair was piled up into a neat bun that only Mara or Joy, could have done. There were snow crisped roses braided into the bun, and a few snowflakes in her hair. She was wearing a dress of a frosty blue, the sleeves didn't come passed her shoulders, showing off her slightly muscular arms. The skirt clung to her body, but not one that made it look like she could not walk, but more of a flowy, freeform way, just like she was. The train was long, but not long enough that someone would step on it, but knowing the clumsiest people were always dancing, someone was bound to make her trip. Hopefully, he would be there to catch her. She was slightly taller, probably wearing heels. The lights from the many lit candles made her arctic skin shimmer like crystals. Her lips were blood red, and she looked like a small porcelain doll. He wanted to hold her in his arms, and treat her with care, just like a small child would treat such a breakable doll.
"Announcing Prince Syrus Jerome Slott, Future King of Edon, Son of the Messiah of Lurer and Once and Future King of Lurer." Everyone stopped to stare at him. He gulped and waved slightly, smiling at the many people who had come for his 'coming-of-age' party.
"My, my, someone cleans up nicely." Kenna joked as she walked towards him with Tate on her arm.
She looked perfect, for Kenna at least. Her usual messy braid, was lost for sophisticated curls. Her muddy, putrid, riding boots had been replaced with heels, and her trousers for riding had been swapped for a orange-red dress, changing from red to orange as the dress went on. Her skin looked fiery, like her powers were shining through her cheeks, causing them to turn pink. Tate wasn't dressed far from himself, more medals and pins from Piper, and one that he earned. The red sash was changed for a light blue, and of course, no crown upon his head, just slightly tousled purple hair. There was a slight glimmer of red lipstick by his lips and neck, a color similar to what Kenna was wearing, but Syrus thought it best not to say anything.
"I should say the same for yourself, Kenna, you look ravishing. You're lucky you are already taken by Tate, or you would be swarmed with men of all ages right now." The trio laughed, and Kenna nodded in agreement.
"Yes, and none of them could ever compare to the Future General." Kenna joked, and pair walked off to talk to Aunt Piper, Aunt Luft, Aunt Amber and Uncle Alfie. So many Aunts, very few Uncles.
"Prince Syrus." He heard her slightly icy, chilling, and cold voice behind him. He turned around to face her, and her grey eyes smiled at him, just like her ruby-red lips.
"Eira, you look..wow..." She blushed slightly.
"Thank you, Prince Syrus." Syrus chuckled, and took her hand.
"Eira, please, just Syrus, Prince is just a title, and I do not like to believe in titles." Syrus explained, and the music started playing louder in their ears. She took his other hand, and placed her waist, and placed her hand on his shoulder, and they started spinning around to the tune of the music, smiling and laughing to each other.
The music was delightful, cheery, happy, music. They were freeforms, jumping on the balls of their feet, spinning around the room. People laughed and cheered as they became like smoke in the air. She smiled, light skin shining in the light, and soon she was soon like the moonlight that his mother use to teach him was the most wonderful thing in the world. She was the moon, and the winter. Winter wasn't always cold and harmful, it was bright and shining.
She looked at him and smiled. His purple, no amethyst, colored eyes, were like the sun, happy and bright. He was an untold future, and story waiting to be revealed. He was the summer storm, warm, and loud, waiting for someone to dance around in the rain with him. He was fresh, something new, what everyone was waiting for. They couldn't wait to for Syrus to take the throne.
"Everyone! Everyone! I would like everyone's attention!" King Fabian called, and the music stopped, and Eira and Syrus stopped dancing, and turned to face him, "I would like thank everyone for coming, it is my son, Prince Syrus' birthday, and also his 'coming-of-age' party. We know, Syrus, that you will be a great King one day, and with all that you have been through, losing so many people at a young age, and having to live up to your destiny, whatever it maybe, we do believe that you will be able to overcome that, and rule over this Kingdom. Long Live Prince Syrus!"
"Long Live Prince Syrus!" Everyone cheered, and he blushed, his mother gestured to him to come up to where the thrones were, to make a speech. Eira pushed him along, and Kenna and Tate went to stand next to her.
"I would like to thank everyone for coming to my party. I have an announcement to make. I will be travelling, to fulfill my destiny. It is said that 'The Son of the Messiah, A Hero None the Less, Will Face Winter's Army, With Misfits By His Back.'. I will be taking four people with me to fulfill this, and they are Tate Lilla, Colonel of the Army of Edon, of House of Lilla, Kenna Slant, Daughter of Fire, of House Slant, and Eira..." Syrus didn't remember giving her a last name, and he quickly glanced at his grandfather standing in the crowd, and remembered her gave her his first name to be her last name, "Eira Samson, Daughter of Ice, of House Samson. We will started travelling tomorrow morning, and we don't know when we will return. I think that, this will show me what the Kingdom of Edon is really like, not from behind castle walls."
The party clapped around him, as he walked back down to the trio of friends, that stood in front of him, and smirked. Kenna and Eira looked shocked, well, Eira a little less, because she knew it was coming. Tate just shrugged, and looked down at Kenna.
"I'm sorry this was last minute, but we have to go, now feel right. I am of age, and I have to prove myself for the throne." Syrus explained.
"You don't have to prove yourself for anything." Kenna told him, grabbing Tate's hand, and wrapped an arm around Eira's shoulders, which made her confused, but went with it anyways.
"So, we leave tomorrow?" Tate asked, and Syrus nodded, "Well, let's go sharpen our swords."