Prologue

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“In time’s flow

See the glow

Of crystals standing high.

On the swift

River’s drift

Broken kingdoms align.”

 

The woman’s eyelashes fluttered as she gazed out the window at the moon, hanging suspended in its lofty perch in the night sky. Her hands rested on the windowsill, gently tracing patterns and circles into the weathered stones.

 

“Flames of old

Shining gold

The summer child’s domain.

Waves will crest

Dewdrops rest

When winter’s child plays.”

 

She turned around slowly, allowing her fingertips to glide against the rough surface of the castle wall before she broke away. Her attention shifted to four towering gems standing in the center of the room. Ruby. Sapphire. Emerald. Opal.

 

“Flower buds burst

The soil thirsts

When spring’s babe comes around.

Gales whip by

Clouds in the sky

As autumn comes to town.”

 

She walked forward carefully, deliberately, her heels clacking softly against the ground and her long gown shuffling as it dragged behind her. Every movement, every breath, every note, was cool, calm, and calculated. Finally she stopped in front of a pool of water that rested directly in the center of the four looming crystals.

 

“She stands tall

Watches over all

The Guardian of Light.”

 

Her voice cracked. Scolding herself silently, the woman extended her hands out towards the pool. The water began to shimmer and shine underneath her outstretched fingertips.

 

“Guide us through

These powers new

And out of eternal night.”

 

Her gaze drifted to a clear pane in the ceiling, directly above the pool. Starlight filtered into the room from this window, sending sparkles across the still surface of the water. Directly north was where the Blue Sea Star would shine, when the season came around again.

 

The final verse of the song escaped as merely spoken words, but the passion and reverence behind them was unmistakable.

 

“Blue Sea Star.

Whether near or far.

Your light will never fade.

The kingdoms persist

Per your final wish

For peace for all our days.”

 

She sighed and pulled her hands back away from the pool and in towards her chest. “What about my peace?” she murmured. “Oh Guardian of Light,” she breathed. “I can only hope that my performance meets your expectations. Please, continue to watch over this land.”

 

“For peace for all our days.”

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