Castle.(On Hold)

I Chapter 3 I

In the kingdom of Genifema, lived a king named Kyonark. He lived with his wife, but they were never happy. They had it all: a kingdom, people who loved them, all the riches in the world. But they did not have a child. They tried many times to give birth but only to fail. Years passed by and both, the king and the queen were aging. They could see the end of the their generation.

" I am sorry, me king.'' A quivering voice made itself heard to the king.

"No, Fiona, it's not your fault. It never was.'' The king hugged his beloved wife who was in sorrow. Until an idea struck his mind.

"Bring me the best of the sorcerers we have.'' he ordered the guards. They returned with an old man, bent and feeble.

"Is this whom you could find?'' He looked at the old man in shame.

"The only way possible for you to have a child is if you pray to the Fire God.'' He replied in a faint voice.

"There is only one god in this world, sitting right in front of you.'' Kyonark replied with pride.

"Can't you listen to him, me love! We have no other choice. This is our last resort.'' Fiona replied with dullness in her voice.

"The only way He can bless you with a child is by offering him something or someone. Prepare a huge pit of fire, I'll chant the runes while you speak out loud what you have to offer him and throw it into the holy fire, shall it only belong to you.''

The king ordered his men to burn a huge pit. They walked outside the castle gates and into a huge garden where the pit was raging with fire.

The sage sat near the pit

"Begin your offerings, me king.'' He began chanting the spell.

"Innfenios miso lepniega sah tvam...'' the sage was chanting his spell.

The king at first threw in his sword,

"Like this sword shall he grow to be fierce and sharp."

He pushed a horse inside the pit,

"Like this horse shall he grow to be strong and handsome.

He threw his piece of jewellery,

"Shall he never be less of riches."

"Shall I sacrifice my blood, so he forever be the most righteous king and never forget to lose hope." He took out a dagger and made a cut on his palm from where his blood dripped into the fire.

The fire raged bright and from it came a man. Tall and strong. His long golden hair waved in the air. He was fair and muscled, with a sharp face, he walked towards his parents and bowed before them. Kyonark and Fiona hugged him and they began to walk away.

"You are forgetting something." the sage interrupted.

"I've got what I've wanted." Kyonark replied with certainty.

"You need to ask for a daughter as well, the balance must be maintained." the king ignored him and kept walking when the fire from the pit flew towards the palace and covered its high walls. He could see his palace burn right in front of him.

"Fine, I will." He replied hastily. The flames raging inside the castle swept back into the pit.

He threw a lotus in the fire,

"She may grow of grace and beauty, but like this lotus shall she be tramped and thrown away." His son, Trahey, and his wife looked at him in shame.

He threw mud from nearby,

"She may be holy and calm like the mud, but people will look at her in disgust."

He threw a caged dove in it,

"She may be the reason for peace and hope, but she may never be free of her own thoughts and emotions."

He then threw his dagger,

"She may be sharp with words, but like a blunt dagger, will fail to complete even the easiest of jobs with perfection.

He threw a burning Birchwood,

"She may belong to fire, but her power would somehow cause her harm."

The sage said nothing while his family looked sat him with tears in their eyes. How could he do this to her own daughter. The fire was cooled out.

"Not even your God could fulfil my wishes." he mocked the sage and kept on walking.

The pit caught fire. It was blazing, the light from it was blinding, the heat was unbearable. And from it walked out a woman. Her purity could be seen from her beauty. Her eyes were like lava. Her hair long and red. She walked towards her family and bowed in front of them, but none were happy to see her. While Fiona and Trahey cried in sorrow, Kyonark was shameful of calling, Genii, the ill-fated princess of Genifema, as his daughter. This was her unfortunate beginning. This was the beginning of Genii.