Prologue
"How much time you can resist
child,
until your crown will burn your skin?
until your sword will kill your soul?
How much time you can resist
child,
until your fire will be conquered,
and your wings destroyed
for eternity?"
The sky was angry. Gray heavy clouds defeated the scorching sun, leaving the air cold and windy. Long, transparent drops of cursed water start attacking the earth, soaking wet the grass and the warrior's feathers. Glorious buildings made of gold and marble were light by flashes, the thunder singing an unknown battle song not too far away.
A man in shining armour ornated with impressive rubies, sapphires and emeralds was swinging a short sword, testing it's quality. His wings of pure white colour were moving with grace and power, lifting his weight off the ground. Flying higher and higher the man was now soaring in the eye of the storm, his gaze hovering proudly over his prosperous lands. The massive crown with beautiful carvings that was resting on his head had fallen leaving his raven mane at the mercy of the air. His face was young looking, no wrinkles or fine lines being visible on his sun tanned skin. The man's irises, a splendid shade of charcoal were sheltering a raging fire hidden only by his closed lids. A delicate nose, soft and plump lips, defined brows, strong jaw and high cheekbones were completing his angelic features contrasting with the muscles that adorned his physique. He was king Aelius, husband to queen Sela and hero to his people.
In a well lit chamber on a large bed was resting the silhouette of a gorgeous woman covered in silky sheets and sweat. Numerous maidens surrounded the queen, tending to her tired and aching body. The woman's cheeks were flushed but her charm was intact, her astounding crimson eyes, circled by long, curly lashes, watching full of joy the little bundle that was sleeping in her arms.
— Your majesty, said one of the maid attracting the queen's attention, how do you wish to name our future leader?
— Asrexil Ryonave Ensolix, answered Sela with a raspy voice, stroking softly her baby forehead.
And the sky was calm again, the clouds vanishing, the rain stopping and the searing sun shining brightly, protecting like a guardian the realm and it's people.
— Long live the stormborn, long live the gueen!
