The girl who fell

The Girl Who Fell

Chapter 1

There sat a young girl, no more than ten. She had scars everywhere, some new, some old. The girl had short, straight, black hair, a dark skin complexion, and big, wide, beautiful amber eyes.

Many creatures sat around her, enchanted and mesmerized, wondering what to do with the small child. They had never seen anything like her before. The closest things they could have compared her to were the witches and Amazonians.

To figure out what was happening, they took her to the witches and Amazonians. The two groups looked at each other, confused and wondering whose child this was.

“I don’t know any of these people,” the child said.

“She has very little magic, and she seems malnourished and hurt. Were you careful in bringing her here?” Asked one of the witches.

“Yes,” the creatures replied.

“Then we don’t know what’s wrong with her,” the witch said.

“She was like that when she fell from the sky,” they said.

Emma’s POV: age 16

Throughout my solstices, I have been known by many names. The most common one being Emma Eirrethya Luce Incantus.

It’s been six solstices now since I fell from the sky. Do I regret anything? No, I don’t.

My name is Emma. I don’t remember much about when I fell from the sky. Still, I do know it was an experience full of pain and despair.

I don’t regret the fall because now I have a family full of magic, wonder, and enchanting powers.

I have many nicknames, some of which you might hear throughout my story, but you’ll have to read on to figure them out.

It’s been a solstice, and I decided to write my story, where I am now.

Most people will never believe me, but I still dream of the day I fell from the sky.

Emma’s POV: age 10

It all started before I had even felt it. I was ten and running through the woods when I tripped. I saw a wisp of something white, and I crawled towards it, seeing it was the only source of light. I slid down a hole, and suddenly, I was falling.

Once I had finished falling, I sat there crying, not afraid of the creatures that surrounded me but of the wounds on my skin that burned. They felt infected by the dirt.

When one of the larger creatures carefully picked me up by my neck, they said, “hush, child.”

Some of the other creatures said, “nothing shall harm you here.” Their voices sounded angry, but not at me.

I realized at that moment they were angry with whoever hurt me.

Some of the creatures sat there, enchanted with me. I was only ten, and I looked abysmal, I thought to myself, realizing I couldn’t speak.

Why would they ever be enchanted by me?

When we arrived, wherever the creatures were taking me, there stood many women dressed in what I realized were witch hats and robes. Others were wearing battle armor made of gold and bronze weapons. The witches held staffs, wands, and brooms.

The Amazonians, I realized, were holding spears and swords, but I did not feel afraid for whatever reason. I felt at home.

I carefully pulled my hand away from whoever was carrying me and waved.

I felt timid and intimidated, but their faces instantly softened at my face, and I relaxed.

After I had fallen asleep, exhausted from the day’s events, the witches, creatures, and Amazonians all checked on me.

They pondered what to call me after I had woken up. They had handed me a piece of paper to draw on. I drew a picture of a crown that seemed familiar and wrote my name, Emma, in the corner.

I drew an arrow pointing towards my name and gave it to the nice ladies.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” one of the women said. I think she was the leader of the witches.

“She has chosen her name for us. Her name is Emma.”

“Emma,” one of the other ladies said, the name rolling off her tongue. “That’s a beautiful name. We will give her an Amazonian name too, Eirrethya.”

“That’s the perfect name,” many of them agreed.”

“If she has an Amazonian name, we shall give her a magic name too, Incantus. Since we do not know who her parents are, we shall raise her. We shall raise her to love and respect nature. We shall raise her to be deadly, yet kind and beautiful. We shall teach her to be intangible, a master of potions, and enchanting and talented with deities and other spell work.

Together, we shall raise this child to be better than we ever were.”

Third-Person POV

Emma was raised as the daughter of a high priestess, part of the fae court, an elemental witch, and an Amazonian princess. She never wanted anything. Still, she always worked hard for what she had and never gave up; that was her core belief. She was like life, magic, earth, water, and fire, but she didn’t know that.

She knew how to make hard decisions from an early age. She knew the differences between right and wrong. She knew her morals to control her powers. She knew how to fight like a graceful beast at the tender age of 15 when she had completed most of her training.

She had been crowned temporary Queen of the Amazonians. She had been part of the High Court. She was a high priestess of elementals.

Life was great, for now. Until next time, child. May your blood be red as roses, your heart pure as gold. Your eyes hold bronze upon them, and your skin resembles the spruce of an old tree, and may it be connected to Yggdrasil. May the wings you have earned come back. May you fly in the air where you belong, forevermore.

Emma’s POV

Queen Adcabe was one of the only women there when I first fell from the sky. She was the only woman the other creatures trusted enough to take me to. The other woman was Solist, the head priestess of all, but Mother Solist, as she prefers me to call her, was the first.

She taught me how to fight and how to lead. She trusted me to watch over her kingdom while she was away for two solstices.

“We don’t think she;’s coming back,” one of my guards reported. “We searched throughout the lands, all of them, from the north to the east, to the south. We have even looked west, close to the dark lands, and still, nothing. We asked villagers, and we still haven’t been able to find her.”

“My lady,” my advisor said. “I think it’s time for you to burn her,” her voice choked.

In the end, my advisor was the only person the queen trusted to rule over the kingdom. She helped me and served me well.

With a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, I agreed. “In two nights, we shall have a feast where the life of a queen and burial of a goddess will take place.”

I spent all this time preparing for a funeral, tears running down my face. While making preparations to send the queen off, I also made sure she had enough gold last solstice for eternity in the afterlife.

She was part Viking as well, so her funeral would include that as well.

The night of the feast, I cried my heart out in front of her.

A few sunsets later, we had found her body, and I regretted nothing. She hadn’t made it home for her burial, so we laid her down on the wooden boat. A few words were said about how great of a queen she was.

“The Amazonians are meant to be immortal, and she fell. She shall be infamous in the best way possible. I will miss her. I hope she shall rest in Valhalla,” I said.

“Many of the Norse witches called her sister, and many of the Greeks called her friend, but in my heart, I called her mother. That’s what she was, always supporting me and giving me hope for a new future.”

The only thing worrying me is that whoever killed her can defeat the terrifying Amazon Warrior Viking Queen. Who has enough power to do such a thing?

The next day we were grieving, but the day after, we got back up. Today is a day to celebrate. Today, we have a new queen, Queen Emma, or as many Amazonians call me now, Queen Eirrethya.

The Coronation

Emma’s POV

The queen was truly gone, but her legacy will live on in me and any queen after me.

“My lady,” one of the guards said. “It’s time to go to your coronation.” I was both excited and sad.

I was wearing a lavender and gray dress; gold was woven into the fabric and shone only in the sunlight or moonlight. My shoes were gray heels, and I wore lavender lipstick.

That night I danced and danced in honor of the late queen. I met many young men and women.

I was crowned Queen of the Amazonians, and as queen, it is custom to have a gold crown. My crown had many dark-colored gems, such as emeralds.

Many suitors came to congratulate me and ask for my hand in marriage or something else entirely. Most of them were denied, but others were just there because of pressure from their family.

In the end, we had a fantastic time together. One of the men caught my eye. He wasn’t a suitor; he was in the corner without any friends or family. He wore a charcoal black tux, and his hair was a curly mess.

When he looked up at me, he had the most amazing spruce green eyes. I could feel my heart pound, and I hated how he had the nerve to smirk at me as he walked over to say hello.

“Hello Princesa, or should I call you Your Majesty or Queen?” He said smugly.

I hated him right away. I had always disliked people who thought they were better than you. Obviously, he had a superiority complex; I could tell just from the way he walked with elegance and grace. He was arrogant and a very powerful witch.

His aura was too dark and demanding to be a fae.

When he asked me to dance, I pretended not to know-how so I could step on his feet. It was quite a nice time, and it was fun to play coy with him.

When they said it was time for me to go, I asked for his name. He said it was Cole.

He walked over to the balcony and fell off. There was a swoosh, and then a stream of wind caught him, and he flew off. That was the last I saw of him for three moons.

My first order as Queen of the Amazonians was to make an official alliance with the other creatures. I was the thing that tied the witches and fae together.

When my advisor asked me to grab something powerful enough, I chose a dragon that wouldn’t run away. The very same dragon that had found me. They were old, named Hiraeth. Hiraeth was one of the last great dragons.

No one knows where they all went, but they left one egg behind a couple of hundred solstices ago, and this solstice we called her Dragon Mother.

She would take care of eggs that weren’t her own, as well as the witches and Amazonians.

After I met with the fae court and priestess witches, the council all agreed that the alliances would go ahead if I married one of each species.

I made it clear I disagreed. I wanted to fall in love on my own.

“If this alliance is to go ahead, you will have until the next solstice to marry someone from each species.”

“That’s only six moons,” I replied exasperatedly. “That’s too little time.”

“Six moons,” they said again, sternly.

“Six moons,” I confirmed, sadly.

Chapter 2

Third-Person’s POV

It’s been three moons since the deal with the council was made, and the queen had met with many suitors. All were young, some were female, some male, and some other, but none of them caught her eye.

Some thought she was a prize and someone they could control and manipulate. Everyone knew it, and that’s why no one had married her yet.

Most teenagers wanted power, and she was young to get married, but she still had three moons.

Emma started pacing in her small wooden bedroom. There was a small bed on the side, a desk, a notepad, and a brightly lit oil lamp.

It was midnight, the moon was full, and the stars were in full shine. You could always see the sun where she was. The sky was painted a blue, gold hue. The two colors together created a color called glaucous. It was gold and purple that looked so elegant it made you want to fly into the sky and capture it and hide it away from the universe. Many wanted to share the beauty of the world, so the color remained in the sky.

Emma had grown wonderfully. She now had small curves and was medium-sized in stature. Her hair had grown a little above her shoulders, and she had streaks of honey and purple in her hair, gifts from the witches and fae.

Emma packed a bag, carefully selecting items, including a few pounds of gold and silver, which she would need for the journey.

It was time to go. She drew a long, black cloak that seemed mysterious and materialized into the night.

She left without a trace, and no one has seen her for eight sunsets.

Third-Person’s POV

“Enough arguing,” one witch said.

“She’s obviously committed treason against all of us. Do you want to start a war with the Amazonians?” Another witch asked; his bright blond hair seemed to glow gold in the sun.

There was a giant dome on top made from marble in the council room and had gold running through the room. There was a spruce floor, and four main pillars were holding up the ceiling, all made of marble.

“If you dare accuse our queen of treason, we shall take that as a very serious threat,” the queen’s advisor said. The advisor had serviced the last three generations of Amazonian queens.

“Maybe if you hadn’t put a time limit of six moons, forcing her to get married, she’d still be here,” one of the Amazonians said. “You put her under too much stress.”

“She is a queen,” one of the fae said.

“Yes, she is, but matters of the heart and matters of the mind are different. She is going to spend the rest of her life with this person. She can’t make rash decisions. You should have given her at least 12 moons.”

The Amazonians, fae, and witches were all still arguing. It seemed to be a fair split between the groups as to whose side they were on.

“She did commit treason, but she was young and should not have had that much power. We added too much pressure onto her, and then she ran away,” a fae explains.

“She should have that much power. She works hard internally for it. Do you think the former queen couldn’t hand the title of new queen to anyone else? Yes, she could have. She chose Queen Emma.

We all have different names for Her Majesty. Do we all agree that she is the element?” There were nods.

“That’s why you don’t want her to leave. She’s too powerful and has yet to control all of her powers. It’s time we taught her how.” On that note, the council was dismissed. Many of the people who wanted to take her throne wrote letters for the next five moons, changing sides.

They agreed with the other side that she should keep her crown and they should give her an extended time limit.

There were still enough people who believed she was a problem, but that was an issue for another time.

Emma’s POV

It’s been four moons now, and every night I dream of Cole, the mysterious stranger I met at the ball. We were always fighting, but something in me wanted something more, something deeper.

I hated him; how could I ever possibly fall in love? I was pacing back and forth. He probably wants me for my power and my crown, and as the Amazonian males will not lead without me by his side, he can’t kill me for the crown, so he must marry me instead.

I shouldn’t have run. Many will think I’m the traitor, or I’m the one that killed the queen, but I do not regret running. I ran because I knew it was the right thing to do.

I have to figure out how she died; it was my duty as queen. I needed to make sure the alliance went ahead.

It’s only been four sunsets; they can’t possibly know I’m missing already, but little did I know that they had been searching for me for the past two sunsets. They were looking for me so I could defend myself from prosecution or prosecute me.

Cole’s POV

It’s been three moons since I saw her in person. I don’t know why, but I decided to antagonize her, make her hate me. In reality, I didn’t hate her; I was amused and enchanted by her.

I hadn’t meant to come off as arrogant, but that’s what I did because I don’t know how to show my feelings. I didn’t fall in love; in fact, I just wanted to be friends, but her fire and passion are what threw me off. I’ve been watching her as she ran away a few sunsets ago. I wonder if she knows what she really is.

I think she will run further than ever before, I wondered aloud as I paced my room. It was small and dark, with blue walls, a planetary silver bed, a small oil lamp, and plush pillows. My room had gold throughout it and some paintings and mirrors. It looked enchanting to most people, but in reality, it was a prison.

I never belonged here, but my mother will never let me know where my real mother is.

Third-Person’ POV

As the two enemies pace in their rooms, so different, yet so similar, planning, wondering, and hoping, another sunset and another moonrise bring them closer to the time limit of their freedom.

They wanted the time limit to be over for different reasons, but they still wished to be free of their constraints.

Emma, even though she loved being queen, was tired. Cole was a prince, but he belongs in the dark lands, running free and wild with his brothers and sisters. Or does he belong in the small village Emma grew up in, running around with little children, Emma, Queen of the Amazonians, happily married? Will he marry someone else yet still live in the same cottage in the village with children running around? We may never know.

Emma was once again pacing back and forth in the small hotel room she rented. She had been working hard, day and night, in the tavern under the hotel, wearing a mask. The only recognizable feature was her amber eyes. She did not let anyone see her hair, or they would recognize her naturally wavy long hair. Her dark spruce skin was not that noticeable in the tavern.

The tavern was made out of spruce and oak. It had red tapestries hanging and gold and marble attributes all over it. There was a small chandelier in the tavern that seemed to enchant guests with money.

The village outside the tavern has many children who like to listen to Emma sing little children; this is a place full of love and magic. Come little children, this place is for you. She was often waiting for children to come by the tavern in the morning.

Once a crowd began to gather, she felt the magic and happiness from the people, and she can’t say she regretted it.

Emma’s POV

I would often sing to the children outside the tavern. I use the name Enchantress Emma, so they thought my voice and skin would enchant people with money.

“Whether it was good or evil,” a man said, “you are powerful. Thank you. I love you.”

I would usually reply that many people would think I was powerful enough to enchant people. Many people would come to sing in the morning, the children loved it. They would complete their chores early, and their parents always said I was a godsend.

Chapter 3

Emma’s POV: age 18

I still remember the names of the little children who would come visit me when my name was Enchantress. I have many names throughout my story, and I still miss them. I promised I would visit, and I promised I would find a way home, and they would be the first people I saw.

Many children came from poor families, and I was the only joy they had after working many solstices to help support their parents.

I did provide them with joy and could not leave any child to suffer. My payment was to see the children smile. I still remember the looks on their faces when I gave them a couple of gold coins to give to their parents. They looked so happy they might cry, and in my heart, I knew it was the right thing to do, but there were so many, and I only had a little money. It was never enough, and I promised to come back with all the royal gold and give it to the people.

The town I was in was very poor, and it had no money-making resources besides the tavern and the library. They did it for free, and I respect the people who helped me.

There was a bit of healing magic I had picked up along the way, and I was combing the elements of earth, water, fire, sunlight, moon darkness, and magic into one spell. I have mastered them; it always came naturally to me, which; is why I was

A Priestess of Elementals at a young age.

I miss my home. I miss being able to do magic and entrance the people.

Third-Person’s POV

Many would not believe the 17-solstice-old Emma when she first left home and landed up in the strange place. Many would call her crazy or insane and insult her. Yet, she never stopped smiling. She never gave up trying to get home.

She would ask person after person, all wondering how no one had known of her home.

Many called her a girl who wouldn’t grow up or believed her to be insane. A girl who never went to school, a girl who you get the gist of but will never understand.

Still, she worked hard to put a smile on your face, day after day, just trying to get home.

One day, she had a job she worked at; she was the owner of a small coffee shop. The old owner was a sweet, old grandmother. She always called her Grandmother Willow.

She knew spells and performed for Grandmother Willow, who knew magic was real and would tell Emma she knew witches and Amazonians were real too.

In fact, all the creatures were real. No one believed her when she said she had seen it all when she was young. She had experienced the same thing as Emma.

Emma wanted people to think she was normal, so she eventually stopped talking about it. But she just wanted to go home when she died. She thought she would be at one with the magic in the earth.

Grandmother Willow said she would always watch over Emma, just like her mother had. They had found one another, and when Grandmother Willow died, she would have Emma take over the business. Grandmother Willow hoped Emma would not be here long enough for that; she wants Emma to experience the magic.

Grandmother Willow was always smiling and never cried until the day she died.

“Emma, I know where you came from. After all, I came from there too. I knew where it was when you asked about the name Priestess Abigail, the only other girl who fell from the sky. I leave my coffee shop to you,” she said. “Take good care of it until you are ready to go home and then pass it onto a traveler the same way I did. I wish I could take you home with me, but I don’t think you’d want to go where I’m going.

“You have your whole life ahead of you. Do me a favor, my dear. Tell your mother, Solstice, hello, that I love her and that she shall see me again when her hair turns gray. Her eyes turn cold in the sunset on her final day before passing on,” Grandmother Willow told Emma.

Emma’s POV: age 18

I cried my heart out the day she died. Almost as much as the day my mother died. She left me enough money to cover her burial. Still, she said she wanted to be burned and sent into a lake and dropped into the water, her ashes flowing away.

I didn’t have the heart to deny her request, so I sent her off the same way I sent my mother off. I said my final goodbye speech, and then I ran her coffee shop. I made people happy; I made them smile.

Little children were always there with their parents, and they loved me. She might have died, but she left me with a greater purpose. She told me to go home someday, but until then, I shall keep these people happy and make them feel at home.

I have the whole world ahead of me, so I can’t give up.

Cole’s POV: age 20

I’m looking for her everywhere, and I finally know where she is now. I swear, I will kill your father. I shall save you, even if it’s the last thing I do.

I’m coming for you, Emma.

Emma’s POV: current

As of right now, many people think I’m a monster. Others think I’m a hero, but I don't know what I think.

Do I think what my mother thought of me? I was the angel that fell from the sky to give them love and affection. Would I believe what the people thought of me? I was the demon that fell from the sky to ruin us all.

I do not wish to ruin what my mother thought of me. Therefore I am the angel. I felt like something was missing from me, a dull ache on my back when I was in the sky.

I never felt it was right to fly with my magic, but I knew no other way besides my dragon. Either way never truly felt right. I always felt connected to the light and how it glowed.

I prefer moonlight over sunlight. The moon was always so gentle and kind, while the sun was bright and abrasive. The moon glows silver, and the sun shines gold.,

I’ve been in this town for a couple of sunsets, and I decided it was time for me to move closer towards the sea.

It felt weird being so far away, so off I went, leaving the tavern after making a couple more silver and gold. I said goodbye to the children, singing them one more song.

It took me three sunsets to get to the sea, and when I heard they were looking for me, I panicked.

Have they found the town I was in? Will, they hurt the children? Who are the people who knew I was there?

I needed to calm down my thoughts. There’s no way they would hurt children over me. I just need to continue on to the town by the sea, hoping my room is still there.

The owner said I would have a room there as long as I wished, so I went off to the sea.

It took another three sunsets to get there, and once I was there, the owner had died but left me her house. It was a small cabin on the beach, and for the first time, I truly relaxed with the scent of the sea in my nose.

The moon was shining brightly, and I laid down in the bed and slept, truly slept, and for the first time in a while, I dreamed.

I had terrible dreams. I dreamed I was drowning in light in the sea; I dreamed of falling from the sky like Icarus. How could I possibly have wings, and why did my back hurt so much? I asked myself when I woke up.

I went back to sleep and dreamed about my mother having wings. My hair seemed so much brighter, and I glowed with each step I took. The water followed my command as I stepped onto it. It’s around my feet and made ice, I thought in shock.

I had been healthier; my wings seemed to glow a silver color even though they were pure white as the moon.

At that moment, I understood why all those solstices ago, so many people were enchanted by me. I truly did look like a goddess, but that wasn’t me. That was somebody else who I thought could be anyone besides me.

It was just someone that looked like me. Why is my mother talking to her? I will find out that if she’s truly alive, something is going on here, and I intend to figure it out.

When I woke up, I was stressed out and needed to bathe in the sea. I ran out in no clothes, straight into the ocean, and I let the water calm me and let the salt float me above the water.

All of a sudden, I felt something touch my leg. I thought it was just seaweed, but then it happened again and again, and it felt like something was trying to drag me under. Suddenly I was pulled under the water, with my eyes open and the salt burning my eyes I …

Chapter 4

Emma’s POV

With the salt burning my eyes, I opened them with my magic. A giant squid was grabbing my leg, dragging me deep into the sea.

I create an air bubble over my head.

It seems like the squid was trying to take me somewhere. I followed him, and he released my leg as I used my magic to propel myself under the water.

We made it to an underwater cave. He told me he couldn’t go any further and motions for me to go in by myself.

I popped my head out of the water and went into the underwater cave, walking barefoot towards the cave. I could hear the drips of water coming from the other cave.

There were starlights on the ceiling, looming dangerously low. I didn’t feel afraid, though, and deep in my heart, I knew nothing here could hurt me. I was safe and wished I had known that earlier.

As I walked through the cave, I felt something watching and stalking me. I looked around the cave frantically. I kept walking for a few more miles until I reached the end. There were cave pictures of me. No, it was of someone else and my mother Solstice and an old woman that looked like Willow and Hiraeth. They were depicted fighting both small and large monster and demon-looking creatures that came out of the dark lands.

It seemed horrible, and the stories I’ve heard of monsters coming from the dark lands seemed to be in this picture. Some sort of human-li stood leading the creatures from the dark lands, but in the end, there’s a prophecy and a quest.

“A demigod and their lovers shall fight the Shadows. A dragon will lose its final battle to a witch. She’ll take her final breath in the demigod’s battle of death. The elemental crown is what you seek. Only the demigod with wings shall find it. This is your prophecy. If you find this, find the demigod and the lovers, and the crown is yours.”

Unknown POV

Emma stood in the sunlight after escaping the cave. She knew I was watching her. It’s been a long time since she first noticed me. It seems she had forgotten until now. Not that I minded. I will always be her savior, in the shadows, protecting her from those who wish her harm.

Now the fae court and the dark lands are after her; I don’t know if I have enough strength to protect her, but I know I will try my hardest.

I hate that Cole guy. He seems to aggravate her in a way that only I used to be able to, but I knew she would be mine in the end. After all, I am Alistair, guard of the fae court and suitor of Queen Emma. She will be mine.

Third-Person’s POV

Alastair was known as the golden prince of the fae court. Although he was not a prince, he was a guard who was engaged to Emma. Even though she could not remember his face, they were childhood friends. They would run through the forest and play together.

Nobody knows why Emma cannot remember him. There was an accident. Some say she fell off a tree and he wasn’t there to catch her and it is his fault. Others say they were destined to be married someday, and someone did not wish for that to happen and erased her memory of him.

When he started guard training, he thought it would be best if he could protect her from the Shadows without her knowing who he was. Sure, he misses her, but he can always watch her and make sure she’s safe, and that was fulfilling enough.

He hates Cole. He and Cole were complete opposites, except they both have short hair. Alistair has golden-brown hair, emerald eyes, dark skin, and a carefree posture. He is tall and well-built in stature, and he carried a sword with bright colors.

Cole had black, short hair, gold piercing eyes, was tall and lean, and carried a staff on his back and a wand in his pocket. He was always prepared, brought lots of crystals and protective charms, and wore a pentagram choker.

Emma’s POV

After leaving the cave I wondered what that squid was trying to show me, but I knew I had a prophecy to fulfill. You do not mess with prophecies. Once you find it, it’s yours.

I had to go back home and tell Solstice and the others I should be charged with treason. I do not care, but it’s my quest, and I knew I would need help.

I passed many different species of fish on my way back to the beach house to pack up my things.

I left, not to be seen here for another 12 moons.

On my way back, I avoided many guard platoons, all looking for other criminals and me.

I didn’t have much food during that time, and there weren’t many villages on the path. My knowledge and studying of scavenging and hunting paid off. It was some of the first things they taught me when I first came to them after falling out of the sky.

All the other creatures taught me how to scavenge and say thanks for the food. The witches and Amazonians taught me to hunt, and the Aryans taught me which plants were edible and which weren’t.

I was taught about how the guards hunt for criminals, and I was able to avoid them. If they had found me, they wouldn’t harm me. They would have taken me into custody for questioning and then brought me home, but to get them to listen to me, I knew I had to make a scene.

There was a festival coming up in three sunsets. I could make it home in just two evenings and then hide for the last one, then I could stand up on the sunlit stage for the Festival of the Sun and make people listen to me.

They would know I had a quest I had to lead and that my intentions were to save the world and protect the people I owe my life to.

In the end, there were complications, like the platoons who were searching for me to find the path I was taking. I was slightly late to the festival, but I got there just in time, and there stood Solstice blessing the crowd.

“Does anyone have anything to say?” She asked.

Most people didn’t. They were just grateful.

Then I stepped out and yelled with my hood over my head, “I do.” I stepped onto the sunlit stage made of oak wood, pulled my hood off, and showed my face for the first time in six sunsets.

“My name is Queen Emma Luce Incantus. I need a quest to find the demigod with wings and her two lovers, for the dark lands are invading. Many have kept this a secret from you, but we must go on a quest now.

I understand your anger and rage. Wait a moment,” I said, looking over the crowd. “Now is the time to stand up and demand a quest.”

“We need a quest,” lots of the crowd started to say.

“But who shall lead the quest?” one brave asked.

“I will. I will lead the quest into the dark lands to find the demigod with wings and her two lovers.”

Then I was shot down; my speech had caused me to begin to float. Darts were flying at me, trying to knock me out.

I had to wait in a room with two guys stationed outside my room with strict orders to leave me in the council room.

“Emma Luce Incantus, you have been accused of treason and the murder of the late queen. How do you plead?” the guards asked.

“Not guilty, and to the person who accused me like this, I would like to accuse that person of obstructing justice and obstructing the right to a quest to prove someone’s innocence,” I said.

Then a fae from the court stood up and said, “your honor, I disagree,” and sat down. “Where did you find such a quest, and what did it say?”

“I found this quest at the bottom of the cave after being led by a squid. It looked like nobody had been down there for centuries. The quest said, “a demigod and their lovers shall fight the Shadows. A dragon will lose its final battle to a witch. She’ll take her final breath in the demigod’s battle of death. The elemental crown is what you seek. Only the demigod with wings shall find it. This is your prophecy. If you find this, find the demigod and the lovers, and the crown is yours.” So, therefore, it is my job to find the demigod with wings and the two lovers. The dragon and witch complete the prophecy,” I shout at the council members.

I know there are a lot of Amazonian council members. I wished I would not be given an unfair trial as they might think the Amazonians and witches, and some fae favored me.

Emma’s POV: age 18

I can’t bring myself to regret speaking out like that. I was brave and showing resistance. I didn’t think many fae would believe I would do that, but I have proved them wrong. I do that a lot.

I got lost in my memories with a flying quill and book, and then I started off once more.

Chapter 5

Emma’s POV: age 15

“We don’t need you,” a council member said before dismissing me. I don’t regret my actions that night, but they did send someone up to look at the class, which was good.

The following day, the same council member was begging for my help. I had retaken my position as queen since I had not been prosecuted.

“You said you didn’t need me anymore,” I quoted sassily.

“That was before the people started rallying for you.”

“Too bad,” I said and then slammed the castle door in his face.

“Politically, that was not the right thing to do,” my advisor said to me. “Welcome to the true life of royalty, Your Highness.”

“I don’t belong here. I was thinking about the time I spent running through the woods with a small, young blond boy. I can’t remember the name of.” I said.

“Then you shouldn’t have taken the crown,” she said thoughtfully.

At that moment, I knew I belonged here. That little girl running through the forest was gone, and in her place was a teenaged warrior with a crown on her head and a mission.

That night I was pronounced lead in the quest in front of billions of people. The town square was packed, waiting for me. The roar they made was so loud it was heard for miles.

Even a dragon in the back of the crowd seemed drawn to me through fate.

“Who has been trying to demote me, put me down, or prosecute me?” I narrowed my eyes and clenched my fists. “Do my challenge me,” my steeled eyes seemed to say. The dragon backed off.

Solstice seemed happy; I could tell she was worried, though. That night she gave me a necklace, saying it was protective, and she found it with me when I was a child. She put a blessing upon me for when I go into the dark lands. She wanted me to figure out what happened to my mother and come back safe after finding the winged demigod and the lovers.

She told me she loved me and would see me again someday.

When I left, they decided to throw me another ball in my honor. The night before, I had a strange dream and once again saw myself with wings. Cole and a grown-up version of the blond guy from when I was a child were there too.

I can still recognize the small scar behind his ear when we were dancing in the sunlight together. They never told me their real names, using fake ones instead.

I had a peaceful sleep, but it was strange knowing both men were out there somewhere. The wings unsettled me as well/

I woke up to preparations being made for the upcoming ball. It was my turn to host, and my advisor woke me up, telling me to get ready.

Third-Person’s POV

Emma was in a short ball gown, ending just above her knees. It was a maroon-purple color.

She adjusted the emerald crown she wore for her coronation. She had small circles that the elves had given her, on a bracelet enchanted to shrink all of her weapons, a gift from the witches.

She had on glasses she’d be blind without and wore a pair of gray heels and dark gray lipstick, the rest of her makeup remaining natural. Her hair was done in a half-up, half-down do.

Little did she know that she would meet her two lovers.

The Ball

Emma’s POV

That night, Cole, of all people, showed up. He stood near the bar in the black with a blond person. They both seemed angry with each other, and I decided to interfere.

As I walked over, I had a nagging feeling that they were talking about me. This was very annoying.

I noticed the small scar on the back of the blond-haired guy’s ear and this little detail made me realize that these were the two men from my dream.

Maybe I would get some answers as to who they were and why I was dreaming about them.

“What’s going on here, gentlemen?” I asked, putting on a small smile, appearing soft and delicate with a menacing glare in my eye.

People froze, seeming surprised.

“Nothing,” the blond one said.

“What’s your name, soldier?” I asked him.

“Aleister, Aleister Kingston.”

At that moment, I was taken back in time. I was young once again. Maybe 11 and a half. Alister and I were climbing a tree. How could I not remember this before?

“Perhaps we knew each other when we were younger.”

“Yes, my lady. We used to play together. I was the one who gave you your name. You were the little light that fell from the sky in my dark time. My parents had just died. I was only 15,” he said.

“You can come to my palace more often; I’d be happy to hang out,” I said dismissively.

“Thank you, Princesa,” he said smugly. “I shall be sure to take you up on that offer.”

As they walked away, I knew something else was going on, but I did not want to pry; after all, it might not be my business.

Alister’s POV

I saw the guy here again and decided to approach him. I had noticed he had been stalking Emma when she was gone.

I’ve been as well, but I had good intentions. He probably had no intention other than causing misfortune.

I approached him carefully, not wanting to cause a scene.

“I’m Queen Emma’s guard. And you are?”

“I’m Cole,” he said coolly.

I held back my anger as he motioned for me to follow him to a corner of the room.

To be Continued...