Lost Queen Of Levat

Chapter 1

When I was little I would go to the basement and sort threw all the old stuff as a chore. One day while I was sorting I found a book hanging from the top box. It was an old book, dusty, needed repairing. Leather cover, pages that weren't like the other books I read. It was something that felt different when you held it.

That day after everything was done I brought the book into my room. I couldn't read the cover it was in another language, one that wasn't on this planet. The book told of a story, of a kingdom, a king, a queen, and their daughter. The kingdom was divided into six territories Torrine, Astrankane, Aeredale, Blackburn, Aberdeen, and Levart. Each territory had their own leader, under the king, once a month they would come together in the castle. Reporting to the king of how they're people were doing. It was an efficient way of learning things and keeping up. Some times if the leaders thought that their people were starting to loose belief in their king, Simclaine, he would go and visit.

Most of the people loved him. He allowed those who were gifted in the art of magic to practice it freely. He was not a magic wielder, but to show his appreciation for them he married one. They were married right away, in a very public wedding. She was now known as Queen Caricielia of Levart. During the first eight years of their marriage, they visited every territory. Meeting every person, Caricielia teaching a few lessons on magic. She was the most powerful magician in all the realm. They predicted that her child would be ten times more powerful. This frightened people, the idea of people with unknown abilities. To show them no to fear the king gave speeches and many law came out limiting the use of magic.

But that wasn't enough, a small group called the Shadow League rose in Torrine. Though they were small they killed every magician in the territory. After that, many people stopped practicing for fear that they would be the next to burn. As a sign of hope, Caricielia and Simclaine had a daughter. They called her Tara, even at birth the was powerful. Moving the sky form day to night and back to normal. When she was one she was able to heal and fly. They were so proud of their daughter. And the gifted people were no longer afraid.

Many though still feared that the girl would be to powerful and take them all out by accident. And as the fear grew greater, the kingdom was split into two. In villages tension grew high and fights would break out between everyone, leaving many dead each year. The Shadow League was now publicly recruiting people, and they new it was only a matter of time until they attacked the castle. And so they grew and grew, gaining everyone they could. As they grew they moved to take over Astrakane. Though many people feared the gifted ones, they were no so convinced at the Shadow Leagues leader, Andor Shakur. He promised them a world with out magic, where everyone was free and equal. All he asked in return was that they fought for him, fought to take over the castle. To betray their king for a better one. So the people listened and followed, out of blind fear.

They took over Aeredale, killing the leaders of each terrratory. No matter if they could us magic or not. Next they marched to Blackburn, which had the most magic wielders in the realm. It was the longest and hardest battle, and by then the king's army had reached Shadow League. The war was on. But the army was not strong enough to take down the people. Some army men were even scared them selves. As they defeated the army they moved to conquer Aberdeen, the last on the territories until the castle. Once that was done and most were dead, they moved to take the castle.

Queen Caricielia held her baby as she could hear the fighting outside. Her husband was at the door with three guards. With the fear of her powerful baby dying, Caricielia opened a portal to another world. As the doors swung opened, she placed her baby down on the other side, kissing it a goodbye. As the portal closed, the guards and her husband were unconscious. Caricielia didn't fight Andor she let him kill her. As he did he took out a small vial, speaking quietly he moved all the powerful magic out of Caricielia's dying body and into the vial.

The kingdom was his, he had the guards put the morning king in the dungeon to die. All the people went back to rebuild what they had left. They burned all the bodies in piles, brushing the ashes into the lake, river, or ocean. It was a year of piece everyone could breath again. Only some were morning the loss of their relative. Most were happy to piece with the idea that there king was just like them, that they were no one who was stronger.

But that all changed, after the year of piece, a cloud of black come out of the castle. It moved over the entire realm, covering everything, every territory. People were outside to see what was going on when a black dragon come out of the castle and made its way to each village in each territory, burning the valleys, forest and deserts. Landing at the villages, Andor would get off his dragon and tell the people of the new law. Everyone working must work in the mines or the fields. No one would practice magic or even try. All magic books and scrolls were to be burned. No one would leave the realm, or their territories. If these rules were broken, you would be sentenced to death. As Andor moved on telling everyone, guards in all black with helmets and swords moved in to the villages. They were there to watch over and keep the piece.

In a month many people were executed, starved to death, or burned. Shrines were made to the young daughter, people would go and pray to the Gods that she return and save them. The king was to powerful. Many sorceress challenged him, all died. They said only the daughter could come back to save them. At the thought of the girl coming back Andor had the men watch the forest and rivers for anyone, making sure she couldn't get to him. All the people could do now was wait.

At the end of the book were spells, simple ones. Levitating things, transporting, breathing under water. As I was putting it away on the night stand a letter slipped out. It was made with the same paper the book was. It was addresses Tara Astarte. Me being me I opened it.

"Dear Tara,

I wish I could see you now. But I know that if you're reading this I am dead. Andor has taken Blackburn. The king's army will give us a little more time. If I am right Andor will kill me but take my magic. You are their only hope, your to be so powerful. They will need you, your father will need you. I'm sorry I forced you to leave, but the risk of you dying was to great. With out you Levat will be lost forever. I know you're to young to believe that you are her, but you are. For only people of the Genya race can read this ink. If you are not convinced ask people around you to read it. Tara please come back, save them. They are your people. And remember, I loved you and I always will.

Your mother,

Caricielia"

That same night I woke my parents up. I gave them the letter to read. The funny thing was, they couldn't see the writing.