Mystic Force: A Different Destiny
Prologue
The war was over. The magical forest, better known to the natives as the Mystic realm of Misthaven, was safe. The forces of darkness have been driven back to the depths of the Underworld by the brave warriors of Mystic Force.
The villagers and fae folk around her were celebrating. She could hear their cries of relief, joy and exaltation as she walked through the woods, heading for her home, with a glamour charm on to disguise her true form. The villagers were too busy drinking and dancing to pay any heed to her.
She held a baby close to her chest, bundled up in a white woolen shawl. Safely tucked in her sling pouch, were the wands of the mystics. She looked down at the baby boy who slept peacefully, blissfully unaware that he was an orphan of war, that he would never get to know his parents… They were the last of the mystics… the last of their kin.
The war had taken away everyone and everything she had cared about… her friends, her sister, her husband and even her infant daughter.
She and her sister had promised each other to look after their children, should anything happen to either of them… Her daughter and her guardian never made it to the safehouse. Her husband sacrificed himself to hold back Morticon and his forces within the gates while her sister had used up all her magic as well as her lifeforce to seal the gates of the Underworld.
Her tears had long since dried up and even though her heart had fractured into tiny shards, she couldn't break down. She had no one left to comfort her, to look after her…. She had lost her daughter, her sweet Clare… She sent her away to protect her. She should have never let her off her sight. She took shallow breaths.
She couldn't…
She had lost everyone…
Her sister, Udonna, who always coddled her, wrapped her up in a bubble of warmth and hope, even when they lost their parents to the war… who volunteered to be the Gatekeeper so she wouldn't have to…
Her husband, the love of her life, Neville… who dreamed to be a herbalist and healer after the war… who stepped up to lead them all when Leanbow fell in battle.
Her friends – Daggeron, Lena, Roshni, Seraphina, Leanbow, Calindor, Gale, Petros, Amaya… all gone!
She felt hopeless. The world seemed devoid of colour. Everything felt bleak… This wasn't how her life was supposed to be…
She missed them all so much, felt their absence with every breath she took…
However, she still had a reason to continue living. She had no faith in the universe anymore, no reason to believe in a greater destiny but she had a promise to keep…
She pressed a kiss on the baby's forehead, careful not to wake him. Her own child may be gone but her sister's son lived on.
No matter how much the war had torn her apart, she couldn't leave Bowen alone, not now, not ever…
She would love him as her own, just like she knew Udonna would have raised Clare, had she been in her place.
How funny the fates were… They called her the strongest witch in all the lands… The Sorceress Supreme… And yet, she hadn't been able to protect those closest to her.
Niella's lips trembled as she dismissed the thoughts. She had to be strong. The realm needed her leadership and more than that, Bowen needed a parent.
I had this idea on my mind for the last few months. Hope you guys liked reading this and please review. :)