"RUN! DON'T STOP RUNNING!" one of the palace guards whispered loudly to a woman in a white nightgown, ushering her into the dimly-lit tunnel. "The passageway will lead you to the outer gates, his majesty should be waiting with guards to escort you." The woman clutches her child in her arms and looks at the guard. The sound of swords clashing and the grunting of men can be heard getting closer every second that passes. The look in the women's eyes becomes watery, ever so fearful but determined a silent exchange unfolds between the two.
The woman nods to the guard and turns to rush down the passage. She can hear the deep thud of the door being closed, shielding them from the bloodshed and carnage. The only noise that could be heard are her footsteps on the cold stone floor and the gentle cries of her child. "Shhhhh, it'll be alright. We are almost there." The woman said. Soon she could see the moonlight creeping into the end of the tunnel, hope griping at her heart, she smiles and pats the child's back urging her legs faster.
Just before reaching the opening a shadow blocks the passageway, creating an outline of a man. She paused, the thumping of her heart beating loudly, a feeling of dread sank into her chest, she spoke out to the shadow. "Aven? Aven is that you?" She takes a step forward, eyes glistening in the moonlight as she advances on the entrance. "Aven dear god are you alright? Where is-" A sword plunged into her stomach, barely missing her child. The woman looks down, a shocked, fearful expression etched on her face as she sees crimson blood soak through the white nightgown. As she looked up her heart skipped a beat.
Moonlight quickly reveals the identity of the man at the entrance, it was not Aven, her husband, but a masked man who wields the very sword that's submerged into her gut. The man plucks the weapon from her and she falls to her knees, cradling her child. As blood pools around the two, pouring from the wound she grips her child. The man observes the two as he wipes the blade.
Long blond hair drapes over the pair shielding them from the world, the woman's tears sliding down her face as she looks at her son for what may be the last time. He looked just like her, platinum blond hair, the light flecks of freckles and those dark blue sapphire's shimmering with the flow of tears. "Theron, my dear baby boy." She rasped out as she cupped his face wiping his tears with her thumb. "Be strong for mommy, no matter what." The boy slowly nodded his head in vague understanding. "Mommy has to go, but she loves you very, very much." She said with quite empathy and a grim smile. They cried in each other's arms for a moment before the boy is yanked back. Both screamed and reached for each other however it's no use as both were far too weak to overpower the men as even more appeared from the forest.
One man kicked the woman to the ground when she got too close to the man who was holding her child, she yelped, silently praying to any god to save her son. "Sir, we must get going! The fae army has breached the forest, let's take the boy and go!" Another masked man said to the one who is holding the screaming fussing child. He takes a black handkerchief out of his robe and grips it on the boy's face, successfully forcing the child unconscious.
"MOUNT YOUR HORSES! WE LEAVE AT ONCE!" The woman laid on the forest ground crying out, begging the men to stop, however she could only watch as they rode off into the forest. Crying for herself, her son, her kingdom. She weeped for what it seemed like hours, until she could hear voices and the crunching of sticks. Hope and fear paralyzed her, thoughts flooded her mind. Have they come back with my son? Have they come to finish the job? She slowly turned her head just in time to see him, Aven. Her husband came running with a sword in his hand ready for a fight, however when his eyes met her time seemed to stop. Suddenly she was clenched in his arms, the sword seemed forgotten beside her. The familiar site of tears graced his eyes, eyes of which she had never noticed shine golden in the rising sun. She couldn't seem to focus on anything but his eyes, the way they moved up and down her, how they flickered to each person commanding them, no, begging them to do something.
She couldn't help but smile, reaching her hand up to his face and wiping his tears like she had done to her son. She coughed up blood, "Aven. They took him, they took Theron. Promise me you will get him back." Tears streaming down her face, a familiar voice sounded in her ears. "Yes, yes, but we must get a healer-" he began to ramble, there was so much blood more than you could see as the ground had absorbed nearly half of it. "NO! PROMISE ME AVEN VON THORN! BRING MY SON BACK! Promise, please im begging you" She sobbed again, she knew there wasn't much time but before she left this world she needed to know her son would be safe. His eyes were all she could focus on again, the look was indescribable, the sun was beginning to rize. She could see his Adam's apple move in his throat, "I promise my love. I promise everything to you. Evie Thorn, I, Aven Von Thorn promous to search every inch of this world for our son and only then rest until he is back." The smile she gave him will always be remembered by those who witnessed these last moments, as she took her last breath this smile never left until the very end. Aven clutched his wife and cried in pain, this day will bear a heavy burden of those who lost their lives and family members, a day where their beloved Queen died, a day where their youngest prince went missing. A day where the kingdom mourned for years, awaiting for their stolen prince to return
