I am a queen of a dying kingdom, a mother to a sick pregnant heir, with no goddess to guide my poeple. Two thousand years of living, I am tired. The other kingdoms won't trade, they say our arrows don't have Magic no more , they don't lie. The essence we used left along with its goddess. "Elowen where are you, talk to me it's been 150 years. My own people mock me saying you don't talk to me anymore, no visions, and again they don't lie.
I turn just in time to hear a loud knock on my study door. " you can come in" the door opens to a servant " what is it" the servant looks so distressed, with tears smeared all over her face Oh she's been crying , what now
" your majesty" she wails. Why is she crying for fuck sakes. I keep the irritation off my face and answer calmly "Anya dear what's wrong talk to me" my daughters handmaiden won't stop crying, okay now I'm getting worried " your majesty she's dead, princess Elara is dead" she's wailing now.. I stand there staring. I'll admit it I'm not entirely shocked, I have used a century to mourn my only baby's passing her death was the last one I saw, the last vision. What a cruel fate to bestow on a mother and because of that I knew what was coming next "where's the baby Anya?" She looks at me in suprise, probably due to my lack of reaction "what is Anya , is it true no body has faith in me as a descendant of elowen anymore? I am a saighdear am I not?
" no your majesty, that's what I meant, it's just that"
"Anya I don't have time for this" I cut her off, I know it's no news that my people do not believe in me anymore, But dear goddes how I look for a miracle. Opening the huge double doors of my study to hall I walk silent grief my old friend clinging tightly on my heart. I am distracted when Anya signals me we are at the private chambers of my daughter, she opens the door ushers me and resumes crying. I ignore her move if straight to my daughters cold corpse ignoring the new born, I am not ready yet.
" my sweet baby, my only baby" okay now I'm crying but I have practiced this for so long, for one hundred and fifty years
" I am sorry Queen saskia there was nothing we could do" my royal physician says
" it's okay morbious, it's okay" I don't know if I am reassuring him or me, but it's okay I gues
" Your majesty the baby"
" what about the baby morbious"
" you refuse to look at her"
" I just wanna be with my baby morbious, is that a problem"
" No it's not your majesty "
I turn back to look at my child, she looks so pale, she deserved soo much more , she has been sick all her life. The baby wouldn't stop wailing, I sigh in irritation and turn around
" Bring her to me Anya"
Anya picks her up hushing her like a mother would, maybe she might be able to take care of her mistress's baby after all
She hands her over to me and for the first time I stare at my granddaughters face, oh I thought I might hate her, but she's so adorable and innocent, tears of pain and love well in my eyes, she looks like my elara. Holding her properly I bend to kiss her head. The most bizarre, long waiting and terrifying moment of my king miserable life happens. I open my eyes to a battle ground and with alarming clarity I realize I am in a vision. A vision, I have a vision, I rapidly blink back tears of nostalgia and longing. Focusing back on the battle I see a young woman changed to tall thick poles , beaten bloody I can barely make out her face but then I see it it's my elara, no no no it's not that's her offspring the child I hold, what's she doing there, what's happening.
"Listen and watch" a voice hisses in my ear. I startle so violently I think I would fall
"Stop embarrassing me saskia" okay now I'm sobbing, she's here my goddes elowen is here,
I wip around trying to find het
" of course I am here saskia, miss me?"
" where have you been" i wail.
" Here and there, the panthion punished me, I am sorry I abandoned you, but no more my dear child , I am back and I am staying because something is coming saskia and I am needed here because I am not sure even the four kingdoms the continent of cogadh can handle it"
" what do you mean I don't understand"
". Oh you will soon, for now that young lady will be named reeyah just because I love the feel of it and because I am goddes than can boss you around"
" are you sure elowen, are you okay, you sound"
" weird.. Don't worry I was banished to a very quiet and lonely place and I miss talking. Stop with the chit chat, take care of your granddaughter, she will be trained to perfection because she's going to be vessel, do you understand!
I stand there looking horrified what is coming that is enough to scare the gods into coming down
" saskia do you understand me"
" yes elowen"
" Now go back and take care of my vessel old queen"
With that she's gone and I'm trust back into reality.
Magic has returned with its goddess.