EUPHROSIA KINGDOM
A woman clad in a black cloak with a wrapped baby in her arms runs earnestly in the forest where the moonlight could not penetrate during the dark hours of the dead night. Thorns and broken branches in the forest claw at her cloak making it ragged at the bottom. She didn't pay any mind to it as she keeps on running. Arrows flying in the air above her head and hitting on the nearby trees giving her a sign to run faster because her captors are getting closer.
Hiding at the back of a tree she continues to pant heavily. She whispers magic words when she hears voices near her to conceal herself.
"We lost her commander Sanders" A knight clad in red royal armour says.
"We need to keep on searching. We can't let her live most especially, we need that child and for that to happen that woman needs to be dead. She will never let us have that child knowing what powers reside in her child. Never" Commander Sanders says in an annoyed tone.
The sound of a horse galloping could be heard in the forest and then it stops abruptly, followed by unhurried footsteps as the dried leaves and twigs make a crunching sound as the person keeps on walking.
"Sir Sanders" A sweet elegant voice calls.
They all turn back bowing on one knee at the Duchess' presence.
"You may leave," the Duchess says to the knights.
The knights all stand to leave, walking in another direction to give the Duchess and the Commander privacy.
The Duchess walks closer to the commander trailing her finger at the side of his face.
She says "Well done Sanders you have done well". She chuckles.
"But we didn't kill her nor did we get the child" Sander says in a conflicted tone.
The Duchess chuckles, biting her lips as she traced her hands down his chest slowly.
"You don't need to worry about that, Sanders. Let her be for now. Let her keep on hiding the child. But I assure you she won't be able to do that for too long. Knowing how powerful she is, I assure you that her child will be no less. And when that child comes of age her powers can no longer be hidden. Wherever she goes we will always be able to trace and find her giving us the upper hand. And you know what makes it more interesting?" She asks, placing her head on his chest as she wraps her arms around his waist.
"When she completes the final stage of mating then all hell will break loose". Sanders inhaled the scent of her hair wrapping one arm tightly around her waist.
"Let's go back now, we don't want the king to suspect us now or do we? You know how much he loves the youngest Princess, He can fight hell for her, Princess Avonmora". She says as a wicked smirk contours on her lips.
The cloaked woman listens to the sounds of their steps leaving the forest. Assured that they were all gone she removes the concealing magic from her body sitting on the dried twigs and leaves of the forest as tears rolled down her cheeks, in silent cries.
The bundled baby in her arms moves quietly, opening her eyes, her emerald green eyes looking at their surroundings.
Avonmora leans back into the tree, closing her eyes, placing a palm on her child's head. She whispers some words making a white light emit from her palms into the child. The child appears to be in pain. Staring at her child's face that contours in pain she begins to choke on her soft sobs.
"Mama is sorry baby, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me". She says as her painful sobs continue to echo around the forest. Looking at the baby in her arms she continues to whisper words of apologies whilst the tears stream down her cheeks endlessly.