The Legend of Aurora Borealis

Chapter One: Prophesied

"Once upon a time, a land that was once known as Ethesia, where darkness still roamed these lands with eyes of crimson, was led by a ruthless ruler. No demon could match his bloodlust as he thirsted for the sweet warm red nectar that ran from his cold, lifeless victims. With a single breath of his name, will strike fear even in the most courageous man. However, it has been prophesied that one day, not only balance will be restored but the unity of all beings will arrive. As we know, the prophecy goes like this: The blooming of the Night Cereus shall be your demise/ Hear its fearful cry and gaze of summer sky./ Cloaked by the night/ May it bring the long awaited light."

With that, the housemother closed the brown leather book as the kids that sat around her looked to her with amazement and curiosity. Having fostered more than 100 children who have lost their families whether it was from war or the bloodshed of demons, Housemother Isabella has built a grand reputation of her kindness to not only among her peers but to even to the grand church, in which she was sometimes called the Saint of Greenwood. In her orphanage, everyone was given sanctuary and were considered family no matter who or what you were. With the sound of the cow bell, children left and right got up and ran to their tables as it was the time to feast their morning meals. With freshly baked bread and two luxurious pieces of sausage that were either brought through the church's donation or donated by the people, wooden plates were passed down to ensure each child would have their share.

"Now children, before we eat what must we do?" said the Housemother.

"Offer our prayers!" the children cried in unison

"Then let us pray, Aurora, you shall start today."

A young girl, no older than 12 years-old, smiled happily to the Housemother and said "Yes Housemother." Closing her eyes and hands intertwining together, "We offer our thanks and prayers to this meal so graciously provided. May his Holiness continue to bless us with days of emerald sheen and skies of marine to bring fields of gold. Along with the gift of crimson fire to ward off Winter's evil, we thank thee for our fill. We thank the Gracious One."

With that, the sound of voices grew louder by the second with the occasional laughs. They were more fortunate than the other orphanages and their Housemother made sure to never take advantage of that, to ensure they were always grateful for what they have. Not only for the roof over their heads, but things such as meat, freshly baked bread, toys and even books so they weren't illiterate. In exchange for these blessings, the Church not only required them to be baptized but become a devoted follower and service to the Church.

"No matter how many times I hear it, I always believe it's you they're talking about." A girl who was the same age as Aurora that had hair of Autumn fields and eyes of Winter ice, sat next to her and was considered to be her best friend ever since she arrived at the orphanage.

"I don't know Floria. There could be someone else other than me." Aurora replied as she ate her green beans. They're a little salty today, she thought to herself.

"Come on Aurora. You literally match what the prophecy says. It has to be you. Besides, you said it yourself, no one survived that night."

Aurora sighed and what seemed to be salty early now seemed bitter. "I know."

There was a sense of great sadness behind those words. She knows there's no one else that looks like her, at least, not anymore that is. Despite trying to preoccupy herself with those salty beans, the burning feeling in her throat in trying to hold back those tears seemed more difficult to ignore with just beans. She felt a hand on top of hers and looked to see her friend with a warm smile. What seemed to be cold blue eyes, held the warmth of a summer's sky as she said to her broken friend,