One Crown & Two Thrones : The Prophecy ( Book One) - Prologue

Prologue

Breaketh,

Thrones of gold and wings of old.

Bend,

Ancient God to ancient foe.

For two kingdoms shall arise and swiftly fall.

Upon Heiden's stone,

Traitorous blood shall spill.

Under the stars and timeless trees,

Her eyes of gold and feet so bold.

Cometh she,

Gentle Queen of Aeon.

Bearer of Beren's stone,

To claim the heart of Gabriel's blood.

Beware he which walk with troubled soul,

Under wings of death and heart of woe.

For he shall wield a blade of green,

To fell the princely doe.

Prologue

1938

Earth, Keswick.

The waters of Lake Derwentwater were still upon her fair touch as Eveline bent down and skimmed the tips of her long fingers over the icy water, the sound of her wedding party rippling through the warm summer air. The bee's buzzed merrily as they hopped from one flower to the next whilst across the lake, Eveline observed a great swan span its snow white wings as it took flight from the still waters below, soaring high into the skies above, now marked with pink and red, heralding the end of the long day in which she had married Theodore, her adopted brother and best friend. For all the joy in which the day had brought, her heart lay still, its beat hollow and without mirth. Pensively, her mind a million miles away, Eveline looked down into the waters and studied her reflection. She had always known that she was different somehow from those who surrounded her, yet lived in relative ignorance of her vivid golden eyes, skin as fair as the winter snow and hair as red as the fires of hell. Lonely had been her existence upon her timely arrival to the town of Keswick but ten years ago, having been abandoned by her first adopted parents, her unusual looks and unusual behaviour having brought a deep shame over their house and an ever ending tirade of abuse. She knew not why she was so very different and knew not why at the early age of eight she began to develop abilities beyond those of any living soul upon the world. Blinking several times, Eveline lifted her hands before her and turned them about slowly. As she studied her long fingers she felt the familiar warmth run through her veins, a warmth which summoned a great power within, a power so strong that she could fell a tree with one wave of a hand, further still she could heal a flesh wound if concentrating hard enough. Turning her hands about she allowed her mind to return to that day. A child she had been, running over the hills of Keswick, her hand within Theodores as they played under the sun. In a bid to prove his strength and valour, being too possessed of a strange magic, Theodore had taken to one of the many beech trees with an aim to climb to the top, so that he may prove himself to the ethereal Eveline.

"Teddy no!" Eveline cried out anxiously as her friend made his way up the tree, the waters of Derwentwater beneath him.

"Hush Evie! I can do this!" Theodore called down to his nervous sister as she paced to and fro beneath the old tree, its great branches curved downwards, their tips skimming the blue waters.