What an interesting thought that was…
To write down in a letcher for my lost child…
“Did you know you were the child of royalty while you were still alive?”
Rain poured in sheets from the slate-colored storm clouds above, covering the elevated forest-city in a glistening wet that reflected the night lamps that shared their light. It was a storm of sorrow: no lightning or thunder. It was the storm of a grieving mother and an angry father. And there he stood on his balcony of the palace built into the tree, overlooking the vast capital city of Centerton, Songriveii. His deep, maroon locks were tied into a bun behind his head, soaked by the rain as his golden eyes looked out past the treetops of the forest his city was built into. The horizon was obscured by darkness, just as his heart was with burning rage. His clenched fists tightened, and the rain seemed to fall harder.
He sighed and turned towards his bed chambers, where his magenta-haired wife sat on their bed with a somber look on her face. They were the Sovereign and Sovereignness of Songriveii, the ruling family of all the noble houses of their blessed country, and the purest of pure-bred blood elves – a term he learned to embrace, despite the disgusted tone other nations took when they gave it to him. They were Amadeus and Numira Renn.
She looked up at him with sorrowful blue eyes, and forced a smile as best as she could. This day, so long ago, they lost their child, Tsana Renn. Vanished without a trace, they presumed the infant dead, and have given up hope so long ago. But two things have remained since that black day…
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…A mother’s pain…
…And a father’s wrath.
He knew what had happened deep in his heart; Emperor Gorvon Komin of Enthedrill had his child kidnapped and assassinated. The Emperor has longed to expand his borders, and he often tested the patience of the Sovereignty by nearing ever closer with airships and submarines. Not too long after Tsana’s death, though, Amadeus accused the Emperor, and when the Emperor sent troops to occupy the port towns of his country, he launched an attack that erupted into the war the Sovereignty and the Empire fight to this very day.
“Amadeus,” Numira cooed, pulling him from his thoughts. “Come and hold me, please.”
He silently obeyed, taking a seat on their bed beside her and wrapping her in his arms. “Why have the gods blessed us with a son, but took our daughter away from us?” She began to cry. He held her tighter.
“Numira,” he said softly, pulling her chin up and looking into her eyes, “none of the divine ones were involved in this – you know that… This was the work of a wretched man… One whose lands the gods of the Korists plague. He is a man who cannot take responsibility for his actions. The gods of Songriveii laugh at the gods of the Enthedrill, and will give us the vengeance we seek,” he promised. Numira began to cry softly.
“I don’t want vengeance… I want Tsana… She was so tender… So innocent… That bastard took her from us! I curse his gods! I curse his empire! May our blood be the end of him!” She shouted. The walls, floor, and ceiling rippled from the sound of her voice, as if they were the surface of a pond being disturbed by a lowly pebble. He marveled; she was a divine logician – once a common people, and now a rare occurance. He knew she wasn’t alone, either. He’d heard tales of the logician named Rhaja who gave her life fighting the Empire from within. His own son, Kudaj, began to show signs of the logicians at a very young age, and has honed them ever since. Even the ruling house of Easton have grown into their own abilities as well.
Amadeus felt terrified, awestruck, and entirely infatuated with his wife as she released her power. He held the back of her neck and caressed her, and she held his hand. “He will meet his end, Numira… And it will be as bitter as he deserves it to be,” he reassured her. “I promise you…”
