Prolouge
Prolouge
Ververista. 0004
It had been a dull day in the Garden, the rain hammering onto the ground loudly, leaving splashes of dirt in its wake. The echo of wails had filled the Garden halls, shaking the instruments as they tinkled in the rain.
A mother lay on the floor, sweat dripping down her forehead as she cradled her child close, wrapping him with her matted tunic. The boy screamed louder, fussing in the woman’s arms as she placed her hand over his mouth, muffling his cries.
“Hush my dove,” she whispered, “Please hush,” she whispered, her voice strained and weak.
Blood gushed from between her legs, forming a puddle of blood in the dirt. She smiled shakily at her child, the footsteps outside growing louder. A shadow peaked through the bottom gap in the shed door, sealing her fate.
The door slammed open with a ’thud,’ a woman stood at the entrance, her expression cruel and mocking. Her robes were a stark contrast to the grimy figure bleeding out on the dirt, adorned with jewelry and the finest silks. She scoffed.
“Look at you Yana, so dirty!” She laughed, “What happened to the cocky face you had before, huh? And to think you were a Celestial.” She hissed, her sharp violet eyes staring down at the figure.
The woman squeezed her eyes shut, begging quietly at the other’s feet.
“Please, Your Majesty..” she croaked. “My son.. Please”
“Ha!” The lady derided, peering down at the crying boy with a skeptical expression.
“How does that,” she pointed, disgusted, “Have His Majesty’s blood?”
The woman held her child closer.
“Please.”
The other thought for a minute, a sick smile spreading across her face.
“Fine.” She smirked.
The woman let out a sigh of relief, her pale hands offering her baby, shaking under his light weight. Her face was pale, void of the natural blush that usually decorated her face.
“Just leave the mutt here,” The lady dismissed, more fascinated with the glow around her nails.
“I’ll send someone to feed him daily. Who knows, maybe he’ll have good resonance and be useful.”
“Thank you.” The woman smiled, hugging her boy close once more as she heard the clacking of heels leaving her view. She leaned against the wooden walls, avoiding the abandoned cleaning supplies and lawn cutters littered around the floor.
She held her son close, whispering sweet nothings in his ear until she could no longer. Until her breath stopped altogether.
