Hello, my sweet one.
The child in her arms cried his first breaths of life. Much to his mother's relief, they were healthy and strong.
Your Majesty, it is time.
Permit me a moment longer, Folne.
She looked at her child once more and whispered words of adoration to him as the world around them trembled, threatening to split open at a moment's notice.
Your Majesty, please. The one called Folne insisted.
Watch over him and take him far away from here. She urged, He must never return, do you understand?
Yes, Your Majesty.
Promise me, Folne! She pleaded as the child was taken from her, He must not return! He must learn nothing of what has happened!
Rest easy, Your Majesty. I will make it so.
The world shook and split as a rumbling most violent crescendoed into thundering explosions. The land twisted and burst open, spewing ash, charred earth, and blistering hot magma into the air.
Go! And do not leave his side! Whatever you do, do not leave his side!
Yes, Your Majesty!
And so, Folne ascended with the newborn prince, leaving the child's mother, The Moon of The Land Over Heaven, in the place that would henceforth be known to all as the Cradle of Death.
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