CHAPTER ONE
EONNESIA
The sun is a burning thing, isn't it? You go a little close to it, you burn into ashes. The sun it hot on the outside, but have you ever imagined what it might look on it the inside? Rocks and fire. No.
Inside it lives an entire community of magical beings. They don't need air or oxygen to breathe. The sunlight is provided by the sun and the food is conjured. But in many ways, it is like Earth. It has about two billion people for population. A lot less than Earth's population. And it has almost everything that earth has, from plants to animals. Now, not everyone has powers in this world. Only few do. And they are considered royal and throned.
Lady Bree, the lady of water and leadership was a lucky woman to be born to a normal family, but with magic. She was the first queen and she had been loving for twenty four thousand years and ruling a small part of Eonnesia before she fell seriously ill. Eonnesia's last hopes lay with Lady Arwen, the lady of ice and grace.
She moved freely, without any interference. Her long silver hair danced behind her. The weather was bitter today. But the cold never hurt her. Arwen was a beautiful lady of nineteen, to be throned after her mother was dead. Her mother was going to die, and everyone knew it. Tears slipped down her skin. It was pale white and it shone like the moon. She liked the moon, but it was barely ever seen. Sometimes, once in a month or so, it rose and she watched it with calm, peace and some kind of joy.
The woods were a calm place to visit. She liked visiting them. There was no noise, apart from the scuttling of small animals. She loved all of them, especially the robins. They chirruped when they saw her. They had been seeing her since she was old enough to walk by herself. She used to be a slim, cute child in a blue gown. Now she was a tall, slim, graceful lady, grieving the loss of her mother. Her eyes were always sad and out of hope these days. The robins didn't like that. They came up to her, and sometimes, she even ignored them.
As she went deeper into the woods, a cooler breeze passed by. Even though it didn't hurt her, she felt it. She felt the pain her mother must be feeling. A tear slipped down her eyes, down her cheeks, across her rosy red lips and onto her black gown. She had thrown herself into prison.
"Lady Arwen!" she sighed. Enough of royal visits, asking her hand for marriage. She didn't want to marry and her mother didn't want her to either. But she told her it was essential. She had ruled a small part of Eonnesia and after marrying Arwen's father, Lord Hennington, the lord of rain, she ruled a slightly bigger part. But Lord Hennington was dead. From a long time.
"Lady Arwen!" the voice was of Doris, the butler, who was not a butler. "Are you in there?"
Arwen ignored the voice and ran deeper in the woods of Yon. She had explored a big part of it. But not all of it. It was a beautiful part, where a lot of sunlight came, but it was still colder.
"Lady Arwen, daughter of Lady Bree!" the voice was now yelling, and Arwen knew that Doris was anxious now. Arwen heard footsteps. She slowly crept behind a strong, wide tree, that would cover ten of her.
She now saw the stern appearance of Doris, who had entered the part of the woods where Arwen was. She looked pale, like she was going to faint any moment. Arwen almost let out a gasp. What if it was her mother? But then she knew it wasn't her mother. Whenever any royal died, a huge trumpet was blown so that everyone would know. It wasn't her mother.
"Lady! Lady Arwen!" screamed the butler. She turned paler. "Are you lost?" she yelled, as if expecting an answer.
Arwen stayed hidden behind the tree. She bent down, and sat carefully on the ground, noiselessly. The robins saw her. A dozen of them came flying by. Arwen waved her hand a little bit to let them know that she saw them. Two of them flew down and Arwen picked them up with her hands. Eonnesia's people had the gift to talk to animals and one of the robins spoke.
"Good afternoon, my lady," he chirruped. "We have a marriage proposal from a part of the west. Lord Hastun's son. I would-"
"-advise me against it," whispered Arwen, as quietly as possible. "What power does he possess?"
The robin didn't answer but gestured behind her and she almost screamed. Doris folded her arms.
" Lady Arwen, this is unacceptable," she scolded the beautiful lady, who was getting up, and wiping off the leaves. The robins lay on her shoulders. More came and planted themselves on her, some on her head and some on her arms.
Doris looked disapporvingly at the robins.
"I don't think Lord Hastun and Lord Korway will appreciate that," she told her, gesturing at the robins.
"If they don't, I won't appreciate them," Arwen was firm, and stubborn. Doris clicked her tongue.
"My child... You are such an undeniable, beautiful thing," Doris praised people too much. Way too much as Arwen thought.
"Well, let's head back to the castle, shall we?" Doris led the reluctant lady out of the woods.
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Cool book, great fantasy, awesome imagination