The Broken Daughter – Prologue
Veralun. Home of every creature known to mankind. Where humans lived among elves and dwarves played with the giants. Where enemies didn’t exist and light magic and dark magic coexisted in harmony, until one dark day when the skies turned gray and endless thunder and lightning storms purged the land. Beings of all kinds huddled in fear and prayed to their gods for salvation. But even the gods couldn’t stop the fearless sorceress known as Leaniya. With one powerful spell she began to infect all the magical creatures with her hate. Dwarves turned against giants. Elves turned against pixies. Fae turned against sprites. Everyone was at war with one another.
Before long the winds howled for Sentinel Yuria, Queen of the Magical Lands, and in swift motion and an effortless incantation, all the magical beings were nothing but mere inanimate objects strewn over the land. Barriers of fog, sea, and forests split the world away from them and out of it a new land was born.
Sentinel Yuria called this land Dramolux signifying the beginning of something wonderful, a land without magic. A land of harmony. And as all the magic ceased to exist, markings filled her body and the bodies of the other Sentinels of her bloodline.
They were the Maudlins and they were the guardians of peace.
By the time Aymeri’s mother finished, the girl was fast asleep on her mother’s lap and a small sigh escaped her lips. “One day, daughter, you’re going to wish you took these stories seriously and not as the nonsense your father led you to believe they were.”
Queen Ismana closed the book and put it back on the shelf, nestling it between two heavier books so the spine wouldn’t wither away. “One day you will learn, daughter. And I will teach you.”
The Dead Daughter – A piece of Chapter 4
Kumud’s left shoulder ached and burned as she fell to her knees in pain. She gritted her teeth and grunted while she placed her hand on her shoulder to calm the pain. Drystan was at her side in mere seconds and coached her to breath while he assured her the pain would soon pass. She could barely move her left arm as the pain surged through her as though someone used a sharp, hot object to carve her flesh. Without an explanation, she knew it was her very own rune, just like Aymeri had between her shoulder blades. Before the pain became too intense, Lady Breya placed a hand over the shoulder that ached and the pain vanished.
Kumud looked up at her in askance. “I am Fae,” Lady Breya stated. “My kind are known for using nature and natural instincts. My abilities allow me to soothe.”
Kumud smiled brightly. Why were magickal creatures thought to be dangerous when so many were harmless? She had a lot to learn about the magick that had once been banned, but one thing was for sure: all parties were misunderstood.
By the time they finished sparring, the sun started to set and Ser Racquol called upon them for dinner. Although Racquol was King Drystan’s royal adviser, he had taken to help Aymeri as well. In the past few months, Kumud had become quite fond of him–in a friendly way. She still had to get accustomed to the people of the palace, especially the men. After everything Ser Parzival did to her, she was peculiar about who she wanted around.
“Congratulations on your rune, Princess.” Ser Racquol held out his arm to escort her back into the palace.