Prologue
“The Blood of Heathens, trash beneath the feet of the true way of magic.”
-Priest of Alacian
Silence as all that could be found, almost peaceful the land greeted new life with serenity and tranquility. However, all good things must come to an end, this calm was merely the beginning to the storm, for all good things set perfect soil for bad to grow in intricately created.
The sound of small cries.
Then the sound of wails.
Then a hushed whisper.
Finally, silence once more.
Light gave way and revealed the scene of a small child being held by a slender woman with snow white locks. Eyes that rivaled the most imbalanced Alexandrites, the light shifting their once green hues to a solid purple, like fields of lavender overtook evergreen pastures.
“Oh… Sweet Lukas, so small yet even your cries bring forth power unbeknown to this world. I have truly been blessed by the Goddess with your birth…” A soft voice matched her gentle gaze as she looked upon the child nestled within her arms.
Boom! Clang!
“Princess! The guards! They have heard of your vanishing, they will be scouring the entire forest for us!”
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The voice came from a slender black haired male, his features no as eccentric but beautiful nonetheless.
“Xavier calm down… Go into the other room and grab the young woman Valerie, her child has already been documented by the guards. She will take Lukas and rename him, while I will take the child she gave birth to.” A regal voice switched into play as she stood, elegant robes of white covering her like blankets of fog as she resumed looking at her child.
The knight Xavier still panicking did as he was told bring in a young woman with similar features but with platinum hair rather than frost white. “My lady, I have come as requested with my little one.” The voice was sullen, the loss of a child whether through death or exchange was hard on any mother.
“Valerie…”
What could she say, that she was sorry? That somehow it would be better? She was taking this woman’s child so her own would not face retribution.
“You know I will care for him, just as I trust you my friend to take care of my own. Please don’t hate me for trying to preserve the life of my own child. Your little one will be royalty my dear and treated to the finest…”
The princess gave her once close friend a hug, she knew she was asking alot, but she couldn’t let her baby die. Not like this.
Silence.
A crash.
A shout.
“The guards are here Valerie. Leave at once!”
The woman didn’t hesitate, her own newborn exchanged from the snow haired child. The Forsaken Child of Ice.
The Child of Valerie Arygis; Warlock of The Arygis Bloodline of Mystics