Salutations my children, I am Gaudete, I am here to tell you the story of love and hate. How we elves lived through the uncertainties of daily life, sought to save the humans from their own hatred. One prince, one outcast; both wanted the same experience.. Who will win? A green eyed beauty born without elven ears with all white hair, skin and blood flowing through his veins, named the elf of true death or the white rose for his pale characteristics. A brown eyed prince cursed with natural ability to kill anyone with his touch much less his kiss; may the good mother be with us.... I guess we shall begin with the birth of the prince. I was a youth when the birth of the two suitors happened, no two births are alike, are they?
Bàn Ardaigh________ The Prince....
The Prince was born cursed with his eyes open, no one knew why this prince was born that way; his parents had an idea of how he was born that way, they blamed me... I was not even born yet. A different force had cursed the child, they sought an explanation.
King: what are we to do?!
Queen: Those filthy elves cursed my child!!
The whole kingdom grieved for the newborn prince's unscenely curse, the rumor had spread swiftly throughout the kingdom that it was my people that had cursed their prince. Then a lady dressed in all white had appeared before the them with a dark mass above her open hand, in the other was a gray colored mass, she then fused the two masses together shaping it into a skull thus frightening the royal family. The king became furious at the thought that it was not fair that his child, that it should have been the elven children to be cursed in his child's stead.
White lady: I curse this child on this day for your sins of hate! Your child will have the deadliest of touches, your will be bitter unless he learns to love or you learn to let go of your hatred!
King: Deadly?
White lady: You want your child to be free of this curse?!
King: Yes...
Of course the king had lied to the White lady then thought he could get away with it, though to his surprise his child was then transformed into an unpleasant looking child. His eyes changed to a dead white, his hands were gray as if he was deceased; an unruly child, but alive. The queen's handmaid took the child from blanket then immediately begun to cough up blood before putting him back and then falling down dead on the floor.
King: ! She is dead!
Queen: We must protect our son!
King: Wait...
Queen: What is it my husband?
While the two royals of pure evil spoke about the future of their son, a couple of days later more births were being celebrated in a different country; the country of Seicróic, to you ladies and gentlemen it would be known as the country of Ireland now. To satisfy their rage, the king set upon his army to destroy a particular community of elves, they stormed the community destroying anything in their path; burning down homes, plants alike, there was nothing to their knowledge that a child was being birthed on that particular day. When they reached a garden filled with peculiar looking plants they heard a noise under burned trees with untouched thorns wrapping around them, when they lifted the trees they did not even stay long enough before the elven guards came along. The elven guards approached the site where the human knights had just ran away from, the oldest of them observed the thorns closely to find the source of the vines, when he dug through the vines he uncovered the body of a burned elven lady holding her dead infant son with thorns growing from his tiny body, this frightened him before the other guards joined in to see the gruesome scene.
Elven guard 1: The dead child's magic is strong!
Even guard 2: We must do something, we can not leave this child in the open, what if the human army return?
Elven guard 1: You are right.
The guards all agreed to bury the child before his magic got out of hand, they wrapped the child in cloth soaked in sage oil then dug a hole to lay him in; when they laid him inside the tiny grave then buried him with his mother's charred hands still wrapped around him.
Guard 2: Let us take our leave!
Guard 3: He did not even look like an elf, he looked like a human..
Guard 1: Who could have birthed such a creature? I heard that there was human prince born in a different country a couple of days ago.
As the guards conversed while walking away they were stopped by the sound of a plant growing behind them, they had no time to run before they caught a glimpse of huge thorns wrapping around their legs; dragging one of them toward the hole in the ground, who could hear their screams in the burned village?
Guard 3: Elder!!
The other guards tried to get the Elder guard free from the grip of the thorns to no avail, when one grabbed his sword to begin slicing the vines he was stopped by a dark figure with glowing blue eyes.
Spéir: ! Go Leor![Enough]
The figure stopped the guards before they could run away so the figure could speak to them, the figure shuffled to the the giant vine of thorns then poked it with his staff making the thorns withdraw, he then dug the grave to reach in to retrieve the deceased child.
Spéir: You poor child.. (Wiggled his fingers over the baby) How dare you bury this child!
Guard 3: He is dangerous! You can see that his powers are too strong!
Spéir: You must be a young one... There are ways to calm the strength of a child's magic, you know.
Guard 2: There is?
Spéir: (Sighs) (snaps his fingers)
A scroll appeared in front of the young guard for him to read, the figure was not impressed with the guard for not knowing what to do with an overpowered child.
Spéir: Follow me. (Smiles)
The guards were surprised to see the man pulled the tiny deceased body from the ground, he then wrapped the child with the bottom of his hooded cape to shelter him from the remainence of the fire. The guards did no say a word on the way to where the figure was headed but not to the figures surprise, the human army that destroyed the community were after him.
Spéir: Sciath mór!
He pushed the army back with his magic to make certain that they would not acquire the child for any given reason, as he held on to the child he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. When he reached his destination he laid the baby down on the thick, soft grass and shamrocks for the child was still deceased though still seemed to have blood flowing in his veins. The figure realized what type of elf the child was so he pulled the limbs of a tree from to let the light of the moon through, the child's characteristics began to take shape when the ashes disappeared; he revealed to have white hair, snow white skin, black fingernails, and emerald green eyed. The guards were amazed to see the beautiful child.
Spéir: You are a beautiful child!
Guard 3: But where are the points of his ears?
Spéir: That is all right, no one person has to be the same as everyone else. I shall grow this child a crib.
Derpy1waffle chapter 1 is done.. I think.
