Between The Realms

Prologue

     The King sat upon his throne as a old women came into the Throne Room. She had a crooked old cane,a dark brownish-black. Her salt and peppered hair pulled into a bun surrounded with white ponies. She was dressed in traditional wear, when meeting the King. A white dress that flowed softly to the floor. The women wrinkled skin and all white eyes, looked up to the King. Her ears twitched as she began to bow her head in respect to her King.

  "Your Majesty, I have news to bring you" she said in a strong voice, which would surprise many who would have heard her speak.

"You have asked me to search for Young Prince, Anima- Coniugium. The news is not good, my King" she stated her voice waved a bit as she looked up and at the King. "I have searched this realm high and low. Used the new and ancient magic to locate the Young Prince, Coniugium. But have failed in the search."

    The king stood up as she froze. His whole face was calm but the rigid muscles told a different story. The throne room that had gold and sliver walls and marble floors. Lit candles that surrounds the perimeter of the room. The two large windows with gray curtains draping to the floor. The two sets of guards that stood motion less in front of the three doors seemed to shift footing was deadly silence. The King step down from his throne.

    The King stepped down and walked towards the old women.

"What is this to mean" he demanded. "Does my son has not a Anima-Coniugium"

    The old women looked down. "I am sorry my King. It's looks to be he have not a Coniugium. I shall continue the search for you, My King"

"Yes, Continue. But this is unspoken of. The Crowned Prince to not have a Coniugium" the King walked paced as he put a hand on his chin.

"My King, I have more news. As I was searching, came upon this."

     She waved her hand above the black bag that was laying on the floor, long forgotten by the King. A old brown dusted book floated out. A circle and another one inside leaving space for in scripted writing going around the circle. The inside of the circle held a dark blue almost black gem. There also was a brown flaking buckle on the side to keep the book closed.

   "Though the search was a fail. I did research on why the crown King Coniugium cannot be found." She snapped her fingers and the book flew open to a page that was written in the old language of the Kingdom. "There was a incident like this three thousand years ago with King Cecil. He who had no Coniugium, later found his to be not born in his time. It is said that when a Crowned Prince cannot find his Anima-Coniugium. It is meant for his Coniugium to find him"

    The king stared at the old women nodding his head.

"This is saying that your son will be endangered by battles,betrayals, and darkness. His Coniugium is the only one who will save him, or his Anima-Coniugium just isn't born yet"she says smiling

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    Somewhere far away from the castle, in a clearing. The moon high above, not a cloud in sight. A young women sat with long brown hair down her back. The young women white dress,with red around the edges, was displayed around her. Her sharp ear held a silver stone, with her pale skin and gleaming black eyes she smiled. Her white shiny teeth, was shone beautifully in the moonlight. Her two pointy teeth sharp as she opened her mouth.

    Small firefly like creatures flew around her. There small wings beating furiously against the air. There light showing part of the young women face. She moved her head up to the sky and smiled, a sweet smile.

    "I know now why you have waited and tested the previous Kings. I know your plan. But are you sure that you picked the right King this time. I think you should have waited. But you are wise and intelligent so I will not spoil your plan that already been set in motion. But I will warn you, they will come for the crowned Prince. Because the power he holds that isn't even at the greatest without his Anima-Coniugium.He just half of that power but still enough to defeat those who stand in his path." She whispers softly her words getting lost in the breeze. She slowly stood as her dress strap fell from her shoulder.

"I will be his familiar to serve and protect him. In the name of the King. I, Bethanian, will never let the crowned Prince fall to such fulcrum"

   She lifted her right hand to the starry, cloudless sky. She began to speak in a different language her tongue rolled sweetly and evenly as she spoke. The flowers began to sway left and right,softly. The sway of the flowers became violent. As the a yellow light flew from her hand.

    "My name is Bethanian and I vow to never leave the crowned Prince side" she stated,strong and loudly.

    She turned her head and smiled as she whispered something and everything around went silent. Then something blocked the moon.