Post by azra on Jul 20, 2011 18:38:18 GMT -5
The day came heavy, with the fresh snow on the ground. There was nothing in sight, no birds, no animals and now autumn flowers that made the air too sweet. There was no sound coming from the outside, not even a wind was heard in this winter day. Everything was dead silent. The trees lost their leaves long ago and now their branches were bent under the new snow. This winter would stay with them for a very long time. The winter is coming. They all said that. And now it was here. The summer lasted ten years, the spring before that five, but autumn didn't last long, it just rushed away, almost invisible, making the way for a hard, heavy, long winter. The lakes were frozen still, waterfalls were gone, flowers turned to an icy dust and animals fell asleep.
A girl with wild red hair and gray eyes looked at the frozen earth from her bedroom window. Her name was Lyra Rider. Princess Lyra they all called her. She was a third daughter of Macena Rider, the King of the free people, given to him by his second wife. Her mother passed away when Lyra was only two years old and it didn't took long for her father to take the third wife and have children with her. Of all of the Riders children Lyra was the most beautiful one, and of all of his children she was the best warrior. The woods that she was looking from her window were her playground, she knew every stream, rock and cave in the Lands of forever ice. Because of that her older brother, the heir of the free people, hated her. Because of that her father adored her. His little fighter was his name for her. Or at last he did when she was younger. Now things have changed. The winter came and gods woke up things that were sleeping for 1000 of years. All the good and all the bad that was below the ice was waking up. And there was no stooping it. The things will wake up and the forever darkness will come.
So Lyra sat there looking at the courtyard, where her fathers knights were practicing. She sat there, thinking about everything and nothing and then between her scrambled thoughts a old forgotten prophecy came to her mind.
In snow they will come,
White skin, black hands, blue eyes.
Death they will bring,
Turning the day in to night,
Night in to ice.
Fire can stop them,
Only for awhile.
Be cerfull of what you search,
Because a save of thousands,
Will be the death of millions.
One will fall,
other will die,
third will run,
the rest will cry.
Red haired children,
Will show the way,
To forgotten magic,
That will save the day.
Keep them safe,
From all the harm,
They will be the death and life,
Because the two are bound.
Lyra Rider got up and run as fast as her legs could allow her. Down the stairs, and up to her fathers chambers. All of his lords were there and when he saw Lyra his eyes narrowed and his lips become thin. Lyra didn't care, she run up to his table and looking at his eyes she asked him: "Why do you call red haired children "touched by Gods"?"
"You only need to see the tree of hearts to know the answer to that question my daughter." - said her father
"Red haired children,
Will show the way,
To forgotten magic,
That will save the day." - said Lyra and watched her fathers expression changed from mad to confused.
"How....How do you know about that?" - asked her father
"My mother chanted to me before she died." - said Lyra
"You were too young to remember your mother and her chants." - said her father norwing his eyes once more
"I remember and dream of much more father. You are using your own children for invading the Kingdom of seas." - said Lyra
"Do not talk about things you do not know my child. Pad escort Princess Lyra to her room. You will never talk about this again Lyra." - said her father and his squire, a boy of Lyra's age, escorted her back to her room. When the night came and her governess came to bring Lyra her supper, Lyra was no where to be found.
A girl with wild red hair and gray eyes looked at the frozen earth from her bedroom window. Her name was Lyra Rider. Princess Lyra they all called her. She was a third daughter of Macena Rider, the King of the free people, given to him by his second wife. Her mother passed away when Lyra was only two years old and it didn't took long for her father to take the third wife and have children with her. Of all of the Riders children Lyra was the most beautiful one, and of all of his children she was the best warrior. The woods that she was looking from her window were her playground, she knew every stream, rock and cave in the Lands of forever ice. Because of that her older brother, the heir of the free people, hated her. Because of that her father adored her. His little fighter was his name for her. Or at last he did when she was younger. Now things have changed. The winter came and gods woke up things that were sleeping for 1000 of years. All the good and all the bad that was below the ice was waking up. And there was no stooping it. The things will wake up and the forever darkness will come.
So Lyra sat there looking at the courtyard, where her fathers knights were practicing. She sat there, thinking about everything and nothing and then between her scrambled thoughts a old forgotten prophecy came to her mind.
In snow they will come,
White skin, black hands, blue eyes.
Death they will bring,
Turning the day in to night,
Night in to ice.
Fire can stop them,
Only for awhile.
Be cerfull of what you search,
Because a save of thousands,
Will be the death of millions.
One will fall,
other will die,
third will run,
the rest will cry.
Red haired children,
Will show the way,
To forgotten magic,
That will save the day.
Keep them safe,
From all the harm,
They will be the death and life,
Because the two are bound.
Lyra Rider got up and run as fast as her legs could allow her. Down the stairs, and up to her fathers chambers. All of his lords were there and when he saw Lyra his eyes narrowed and his lips become thin. Lyra didn't care, she run up to his table and looking at his eyes she asked him: "Why do you call red haired children "touched by Gods"?"
"You only need to see the tree of hearts to know the answer to that question my daughter." - said her father
"Red haired children,
Will show the way,
To forgotten magic,
That will save the day." - said Lyra and watched her fathers expression changed from mad to confused.
"How....How do you know about that?" - asked her father
"My mother chanted to me before she died." - said Lyra
"You were too young to remember your mother and her chants." - said her father norwing his eyes once more
"I remember and dream of much more father. You are using your own children for invading the Kingdom of seas." - said Lyra
"Do not talk about things you do not know my child. Pad escort Princess Lyra to her room. You will never talk about this again Lyra." - said her father and his squire, a boy of Lyra's age, escorted her back to her room. When the night came and her governess came to bring Lyra her supper, Lyra was no where to be found.