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Lights of Cindelor
:: Prelude ::
“Grandmamma ?”
“Yes child?”
“Can you tell me the legend again?’
“And what legend is that child?
“Gran--dmamma, you know which one. The one about the lights of Cindelor.”
“Ahh, that one. Let me see…Many, many years ago there was a young woman who lived in a village near the foothills of the Diora Mountains. This young woman was well known by the people as a prophetess, a seer. The legend I’m about to tell you was the last one she ever gave before vanishing into the mountains where many believe she became the Lady Chaos herself, but that’s another tale altogether. No, the one I’m going to tell is of the Children of Light, the Lights of Cindelor.
Six Children would be born six guardians to guide and accompany them on their paths in time of need. Unknown and hidden as they passed through life daughters and sons alike, until the day that Lady Chaos gives her call. Cindelor in danger, with no promises from fate. Destiny will guide the children in turn; Hope, Trust, Faith, Spirit, Dream, and Heart. For they are the Lights of Cindelor, and only they can save it from that fate,” silence filled the room as the older woman finished her tale. The soft candle and firelight glinting off her silvery gray hair and the dark blond of the young boy in her lap.
“Grandmma?”
“Yes Marol?”
“Do you think Lady Chaos will visit me when I’m King? I want to meet the Lights,” the dark blond haired boy asked a rather thoughtful expression on his six-year old face.
“Goodness, I hope not. Her visit would mean much trouble for all of Cindelor. No Marol, you would be better off hoping to never meet her.”
“Maybe… but I still want to meet the Lights,” at this is he flashed his grandmother a bright childish grin. “I bet they’re wise like you!!”
“Flatter. Now off to bed before I tell your mother you kept your poor Grandmamma up too late chasing you,” laughter filled the room as the young Prince scurried off his grandmother’s lap and into his bed.
“G’night Grandmamma.”
“Sleep well young Prince. May the guardian of Dreams protect you in sleep.”
To be Continued....
Next Part :: Lights of Cindelor - Daughter of Hope
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