A king is born
In the golden-yellow light of the evening sun, the thing in the lake smiled as she gazed at her newborn. “You’re perfect,” she thought to herself, fondly caressing the child’s face and looking deeply as if entranced into her child’s enchanting red and black eyes.
She watched him closely, appreciating his every move as she knew even if she dreaded it he would have to leave here soon for his suitor. The world was indeed cruel; for over four centuries she had carried him and now she was to let him go.
The thing sighed; she had four centuries to prepare for this and yet it felt so painful now that the moment was here. The best she could do now was to find a suitor for him and she had plans.
