The Forbidden Child

Prologue

In the beginning there was one, one lonely goddess floating through the never ending void of space. A creator goddess, with the name Amaranthia. She came upon a place, one she had only dreamed of in her thousands of years of floating through time. When she saw it, tears began to spill from under the veil over her head. This was where she would finally be home.

She created the realm of the gods first, a place she could have a family. Somewhere that her and her family could be safe, and happy, a realm called Elovair. From there, she created six children, the god of life, Anatoleus, the goddess of death Nekhalia, the goddess of the moon, Esmeray, the goddess of nature, Apphia, the god of destruction, Notion, and the god of the sun, Xilos. She had done it, made a place for her children and her to live happily. She decided to make a world for them all to use their gifts, and so she created the Earth.

Once Earth had been created, she allowed her children to have free rein on it, allowing them to create new life, humans, plants, and animals. While she worked on perfecting their home, making nymphs, centaurs, unicorns, and terrifying monsters like gorgon’s, Minotaur’s, chimera’s, siren’s, cyclopses, griffin’s, hydra’s.. and so many others to fill their realm, and to test the strength of her children’s gifts, all to help make them stronger. Angels were next, the creatures closest to the gods, the ones made to serve them, and become their friends, their lovers, anything they should want. She was content, and soon, all of her children began having children. Esmeray gave birth to four sons, the god of fear, Vesper, the god of the shadows, Coleros, the god of secrets, Raziel, and the youngest, the god of wrath, Zorn.

Apphia had two sons and a daughter, the god of nature, Eoghan, the goddess of animal kind, Eleia, and the god of wind, Erza.

Novion sired two children, a son and a daughter. The god of war, Irenerius, and the goddess of natural disasters, Aella.

Xilos had two daughter, the goddess of fire, Aithne, and the goddess of light, Uri.

Amaranthia was happy to see her children and grandchildren growing and creating new things. Until, Anatoleus, and Nekhalia fell in love, then her love, and affection turned to hatred, and scorn. “You cannot be together! You are forbidden to marry or have children!” She shouted. “For if you do, it will bring the destruction of the world as we know it!” She warned, but her warnings fell on deaf ears. The two were inseparable, their love blooming in secret meetings, and late night conversations. Their love, becoming so magical, that soon the two expected a child. They lived in seclusion, hiding away from prying eyes, and nosy siblings, preparing for the arrival of their child.

Soon, she was born, a beautiful baby girl with half black, and half blonde hair. Golden eyes like her father, and pale skin like her mother. She was the perfect blend of the two, and they couldn’t be more happy. Soon, the cries of an infant filled the palace, and hiding her was no longer possible. Their loving siblings brought their children to meet the baby, all excited for the newcomer to join the pantheon. The second son of Esmeray, aged at only eight pledged his life to her, claiming her as his future bride, a passage all of the youngling gods would one day experience. Joy ran through every inch of the palace, until Amaranthia had heard the news.

She cornered them one day on the palace steps, dam**** them for their disobedience. “Since you cannot listen, and obey, I will destroy the child! She cannot be a part of this family, for she will destroy us all!” She announced, before charging up her magic within her palms. “I warned you!” She shouted, lifting the child into the air away from her parents.

“No please! Mother, she’s just a baby! She’s my baby! Please don’t!” Nehkalia pleaded.

“Mother, don’t do this!” Anatoleus screamed.

Just then, the second son of Esmeray charged in, grabbing the child and pulling her protectively to his chest. “You can’t!” He shouted.

But it was too late, as the attack left her fingertips, the two were destroyed, disappearing forever.

Esmeray fell into despair, as did her loving sons, at the loss of their beloved brother. Anatoleus and Nehkalia were separated, locked away on opposite sides of the palace, and as time passed slowly, their world froze. Everyone within the palace walls falling into an endless sleep.

The land of the gods around them flourished, but some places became dangerous, as monsters who were created for her children, and her many grandchildren to practice their gifts on, were now left unchecked. The palace became a cold place, where vines overgrew the entirety of it, and dust piled up for centuries leaving it in complete disrepair. The dark inches of the palace somehow becoming darker, and sinister energy crept through the halls of the sleeping gods.

Yet, there was hope, the attack on the forbidden child, didn’t land, instead she was teleported away to earth to live her life. She grew into a beautiful strong young woman, but her memories of her past were completely erased from her mind.