The Winter Breeze

Prologue

 
Prologue

Baby cooing and laughter echoed through the winter night from a tower in a castle. The snow softly was falling outside wisps dancing in the winds song, the night was reflected by the clear moon shining brightly, and the stars sparkled like diamonds in a big cloudless sky. An owl hooted in the distance flying past the bare trees already enveloped in a blanket of snow. It’s seemed so peaceful. So calm. On a tall hill stood a tall majestic castle made out of large gray blocks carefully carved. In a tower in a room sat by the fireplace the young raven haired woman with deep blue eyes and holding a small bundle that made cooing and laughter. On her head sparkle a silver jeweled crown with beautiful ornate carvings. Next to the Queen sat the King, he had dark brown hair and chestnut brown eyes that reflected deep love and happiness.

  The Queen looked at the King with a warm smile and said, "It seems as if our little girl is trying to show everyone that she's rejoicing because she's so joyful''.

  "That's what we should call her...Joy’’; the King said returning the Queens smile.

  "Joy has your eyes David", the Queen said in a teasing voice, her eyes sparkling.

  "Aaa milady but she has your beautiful hair' '', the King chuckled.

The baby giggled and started to laugh. The baby girls laugh was heartwarming and musical, it seemed to melt their hearts with warmth. The Queen and King looked at their little daughter with undoubted love and care. The Queen started to hum a soft and beautiful lullaby, the baby started to yawn.

Sleep, my babe, no ill betide thee

All through the night.

Guardian angels watch beside thee

All through the night.

O’er thy cradle stars are beaming

Silver bright the moon is gleaming;

You shall tread the land of dreaming

All through the night.

While the earth in calm reposes,

All through the night.

You shall sleep as sleep the roses

All through the night.

Hushed from sorrow and repining,

Rest until the sun is shining,

In my loving arms reclining

All through the night.

  The Queen softly finished the song. Her voice was so beautiful even the sirens and mermaids would of turned green with jealousy. Her voice sounded so sad, so melancholy. Little Joy was already asleep, her little thumb in her mouth. The Queen rested her head on the Kings shoulder and closed her eyes.

   Suddenly the door swung open and a young woman with pale blond haired with startling silver eyes entered the room, she wore a simple pale blue gown with a gray silver cloak but the air around her shimmered in a strange bright aura. It was the mark of a Prophetess.

  "What is the meaning of this Moira?” the King demanded jumping to his feet.

  The woman replied "I'm sorry to disturb you Your Highness but your daughter" she paused to look at Joy and continued” is one of the chosen, when she will turn 17 she will have a mark on her right hand that will show that she will must leave to train with the other chosen ones."

  "But Joy doesn't have the blood of the chosen ones", the King protested.

  "It doesn't matter if she has the blood of the chosen ones it is the Lords will", the young woman replied simply and when her eyes met with Kings her voice softened. "You can't fight the prophecy David; it will just make things worse."

 "Please don't do this to me Moira not again." The Kings voice cracked with pain.

  The Queens eyes widened with fear and sorrow and she clutched the small bundle tightly as tears ran down her cheeks.

  "You can’t do this", the Queen whispered.

  "I'm sorry but this is the Lords will", the young woman replied her gray eyes showed sympathy and understanding as if she understood how the Queen felt.

  The young woman gently took the small bundle from the Queen like it was her own child and kissed Joy on her forehead. Suddenly Joy’s small black hair turned pale blond and her brown eyes turned pale blue, she handed Joy back to the Queen and walked out of the room.

  The King ran to the doorway and yelled "How could you do this to us Lord? How?” The Kings voice echoed through the halls and into the winter night.

  Moira paused as she was walking through the forest when she heard the Kings anguish closed her eyes and murmured the ancient prophecy that she heard all those years ago:

  “The chosen one must answer the call.

    To hope or joy the Dark Lord must fall.

    Peace to restore with a final breath.

   And to all foes who bear heed to the Ruler of Death."

  Moira opened her silver eyes that gleamed like two full moons. And said "It is done." The winter night seemed to grow cold not because of the weather but because there was no baby laughter to warm it nothing but the soft weeping of two heartbroken parents who realized to great sacrifice that their daughter was going to make.    

The Picture on the right is Ashley Benson as Joy. Hope you likes this Prolouge. Please vote and comment. Hebrews 14:6. God Bless.