Tales of Astora: Legacy

Chapter 90: The lost child

Chapter 90: The lost child

At the capital of the new kingdom of Valhalla the Promised Lands, inside a chamber of its iron castle, the High Empress Morrigan was standing firmly with her arms crossing behind her back alone in this dim lighted room. Adorned with iron plates and gauntlets, her attire was dyed in the symbolic color of the old Empire of Zagon, a deep blue dress used by maidens in battle all while able to demonstrate both grace and strength of the wearer. Her tied-up golden hair and blue eyes, characteristic features of the royal family of Magnolia, combined with the slender white tiara on her head, only added to her elegance and refinement.

Outside, thousands of chatters and cheers could be heard. It was understandable, for perhaps the majority of the people of Eiseinheim have gathered around the royal palace to see their Empress. A big announcement was to be made shortly. That was what people were told. So what was she doing here, staring at this large portrait hanging on the wall?

But it was her perplexed expression that struck us as odd. A mixture of sadness, of regret but at the same time of reprieve it was. Perhaps it was due to the image of the person in the portrait she was looking at, a woman who resembled oddly to the Empress herself. The only difference was that the woman's hair was letting straight down to her back instead of tying up like Morrigan.

"So many things have changed recently." Morrigan spoke out loud to the portrait. "We are on the verge of a revolution. A new era is coming. But the only reason we are standing here today, being able to witness the opening of a new age, the reason why this happens in the first place, is thanks to you...And yet, why are you not here, sis?

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I have always regretted since that day, when I last saw your smile....For all these time, I wondered if there was anything else I could have done to prevent what happened to you. Our father, my mother, they did such terrible things to you...I am no better either. If only I have acted...if only I have known...

These thoughts have haunted me for years. There isn't a day I didn't think about it. But then again, it doesn't matter now does it? I am just making excuses for myself...

So instead of staying in bereavement, I wanted to do something. I want to continue your legacy, to take care of it, nurture it and to make it come true. Not just your dream of peace between all races but also the most precious gift you have brought to this world: Alastor.

After being informed of your fate, I tried to look for him for years. But in the end, it was him who came to me. Just how fickle are the hands of fate?

By the way, do you know that Alastor hates cranberries? I made a cranberry cake for him but you should have seen his face, the way he frowned and looked weirdly at the first bite. And he didn't even know that himself until recently." Morrigan chuckled at the memory. "Just like you!"

"It's easy to forget sometimes that he is still a kid, considering what he has gone through and his achievements. So many people rely on him...but who is he supposed to rely on when he is the one who needs it? He may be powerful, perhaps even the most powerful in the world. But that doesn't mean he can control everything. One day, things will get out of hands and when that time comes, who can he turn to?

Sis, I want to be that person. It should have been you but because of me, Alastor has lost you. So from now on, I will take on that role. I will be his mother, the one who will always stay by his side, a place he can return to at all time.

I will continue the legacy you and Asgore have left for us."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Your Majesty, everyone is here. Are you ready?" a female knight asked from outside.