Deep in a mythical land there lies a fountain, this fountain is no ordinary fountain. For it is so entrancingly beautiful even the most willful persons cannot resist staring at it for hours on end, and so our hero of the story is born under this fountain. With his curly brown hair and the little freckles across his cheeks. His mother thought he was quite the charmer, but you know how mothers are. To interrupt such a peaceful moment was shameful but it had to be done. A powerful force lingered beyond the sanctuary of the fountain closing in slowly. A beach blonde soldier kneeled next to the mother "It's time," he whispered softly.
Mages stepped forward and raised their hands as the air around them grew stiff, their palms glowed purple as the magic energy grew stronger. There was a popping sound as the tear between two worlds stretched across the landscape. Through it Queen Dana,the mother, could see the crude figure of legionnare Christan ready to place the child in a crib, and step back to his world. The queen stepped forward and pressed her son into Christian's hands fighting back tears you have to be strong for him she chided herself. Christan stepped back through "Will you be alright Queen Dana,?" She nodded "He will be safer there," She responded solemnly "Goodbye, my prince," she whispered as the portal closed silently.
The ride back to the castle was long, and the entire way Queen Dana cried silently mourning the loss of her son. Her long brown hair flying wildly in the wind.
