Prologue: 13 years ago
5 years ago- March 12, 2009
“Push” the nurse in the room told Athasdael , who was sweating and groaning. “Come on your majesty just one push” with a loud scream Athasdael pushed with all her might.
“I-I can’t”
“You’ve got this just push” Tathon squeezed his wife’s hand and continued to murmur soft words,
“No, its its too hard” Athasdael whimpered as her voice faded and her eyes closed,
“NO, DO SOMETHING” Tathon screamed in his loud and commanding voice, nurses rushed to the woman and started to wheel her out,
“Your majesty I’m afraid your going to have to stay out here” the nurse hurriedly spoke,
“Save my wife, forget the child my wife is the only one that matter”
13 hours later
Tathon sat still looking at the incubator, thinking about how he almost lost his wife and how could the goddess Metala (goddess of fertility) put such a devil child, a child who almost killed his angelic wife. Gripping the side of the incubator Tathon growled “I will never forgive you for this child, you shouldn’t have been born”
5 years later- September 1st 2014
Quine rested her head against the windowsill overlooking the palace’s rich and magical gardens and lazily gazed over the flowers and bushes that adorned the castle’s stunning pathway. She looked over to the large suitcases that lined up neatly next to her large bed and then strayed to the photo of her with her family only a few short years ago.
“QUINE” the loud yell startled her out of the daydream and she turned her head towards the sound. An incredibly gorgeous women was floating down the length of her bedroom, with skin so porcelain white and hair that shone as if hundred of flashlights surrounded her. “Come on Quine you’ll be late”
“I don’t want to mommy” the small girl whined
“I don’t care, now come on” the woman shook her head and signaled for the servants to take the luggage outside. Sighing the little girl made her way to the gates, as she passed a tall man came out holding a little girl barely the size of his forearm and an older boy followed him.
“You haven’t left yet?” the man’s deep voice made the small girl cower slightly and bow her head
“She was taking her time” the woman rolled her eyes and kissed the man. “Come here cutie” the woman took the infant baby from the man’s arm and held her close to her chest.
“So, your going away” the little boy stepped closer to the girl and she raised her head to meet his gaze
“It’s only for a little bit” she murmured.
“You are so dumb, Mum and Dad don’t want you here so, they’re sending you away forever” the boy smirked cruelly, and her bottom lip started to tremble.
“Lets go Quine” the woman voice snapped Quine out of her despair and she took one long look, the woman face was void of any emotion she wore greeting the man and baby but instead was cold and indifferent.
Walking outside the girl saw a black car being loaded with suitcases, being piled into it. “Mommy please, I don’t want to go” the little girl tried yet again to change the woman mind but it wouldn’t budge, she was going and that was final. As the little girl sat in the car a deep baritone voice came
“Quine” she tilted her head up to meet the murmur eyes of the man, “listen to me, stay away from Adrian Thorne” the little girl frowned in confusion, who was Adrian Thorne? and why wasn’t she allowed to go near him?
