The White Queen Prophecy.

Prophecy.

Alli Pov:

I was still processing everything when Issa came to wake me, and draw me my bath, the elder elf was bursting with curiosity. to think she only knew half the night I had endured! though she said nothing but pleasantries and explanations as to why she let me sleep till late morn, the later obviously being my harrowing night. she helped me in to the tub and washed my hair silently as I scrubbed my self raw deep in thought, I had so many questions, who was this Ryhan?! is it not unusual to make up such a name that I had not heard before? although being completly untouched by a male at my father's insistence, until my marital bed, (or forever as he would joke) I had admired many an elf in the village before. but he was no elf, that was for sure. nor no male I would ever forget if I had saw him before, I thought as an after thought. blushing at the mere memory of his affectionate gaze and rippling torso. my God. and that room was nothing like anything I had seen in any of the homes in alabaster! I sighed and lent my head back for Issa to rinse my hair and brush it. i knew what i needed to do once my Bath was finished, Issa helped me out of the tub and patted me dry while I mapped out my mental plan for the day, knowing my parents would be wanting an answer for my behaviour and having already waited most of the morning for one, I dressed quickly, and made my way through the house towards the library were they spent most of the morning reading and taking morning tea.

"Good morning" I said softly, smiling at my parents as I entered, sitting on the seatee in the window opposite both of them.

"Good morning darling! how are you feeling?" father asked warmly placing the book he was reading across his lap.

"Any better, after last night?" asked mother, sipping from her tea, her concerned midnight blue eyes taking in my appearance, looking for any signs of distress.

I blushed hotly under the scrutiny, left over embarrassment still lingering, as I plucked up the courage to discuss the bare minimum of what has been happening. they like everyone else knew how I loved looking out the window, also they knew how I loved the moon. but also they like everyone else never knew the reason why. even as a young child I wished to keep my secrets and I have never mentioned it since. I decided quickly telling them only the nightmare would be best, hoping they would take the small piece of truth I was offering, leaving the rest be, for me to figure out myself.

"yes I am feeling much better thank you," I replied.

"again I am so sorry to have disturbed the whole house" I said blushing. not a lie.

mother and father brushed off my apologies with kind words, before insisting I tell them what happend. So I proceeded to tell them all about the nightmare from the way the shadows were chasing me, the fear I felt. how every scape, cut and bruise stung like it really happened. I told them of the humongous beast the I ran in to with its yellow eyes, dark fur and how it growled and roared, how it lingered in my ears even after I woke. my parents listened attentively throwing me compassionate gazes, occasionally patting my hand or knee and when I finished they shared a concerend glance at how emphatically I insisted it felt real.

"Darling..." mother started hesitantly as I awaited what she had to say anxiously. "how could it possibly have been real?...you are only just beginning your eighteenth rotation of the sun this week..are you saying it's like memory...or..." she trailed off a frown creasing her delicate brow.

"I.." I sighed confused by it all myself, "it was like a memory..yes" I confirmed, flinching internally at how silly it sounded out loud. Mothers frown deepened and father looked deep in thought.

we sat silently for a few moments, mother staring at father, before he suddenly looked determined and got up and left, with out another word.

"Benard!...My love! where are you going?!" Mother called after him getting up as well, chasing after him, her long swishing skirts knocking over the last of their morning tea. leaving me sit in the Library alone. the pit of anxiety in my stomach tightening further, as i felt my concern for my well being beigin to grow.

after my parents left that morning, I spent the rest of the day pouring over books in the library looking for answers. I sat at the wooden table by the bookshelves and started with the history of Alabaster, making my way through what felt like hundreds of books stacked up beside me, begining at the very start, before we even founded the white woods we now resided in. it was hours until I found something of interest. what appeared to be a diary note amongst the current book I was currently reading, that documented our refuge and rebuild in what is now known as Alabaster, the white woods. it was detached and creased as though it had been folded.

Year : 1609.

we have found refuge deep in the Dark green forest.

after spending the last few weeks trecking through the green foliage, warding off and fighting many a beast. our numbers have dwindeld to the twenty's, a far cry from the hundreds we began with. we have found a large meadow, we hope to make camp and create a sanctuary from those who roam amongst the trees. it's a full moan tonight and for the first time in what feels like forever I am excited.

A.J.B.

That was it? I turned it over back and forth a couple times over, i didnt know why, but something just told me this diary held the answers I needed. specifically moon related, why were they excited to see the moon? were they like me? i was desperate to know. I flicked forward a few pages in the history book hoping for more, but finding nothing, eventually sighing i folded it up and hid it in the bust of my dress. I finished the rest of the books on our history with no signs of any more diary pages. I sighed, frustrated wanting to know answers, to now even more questions. it was now late afternoon and I realised I had not eaten since last night or releved myself since early morning. I stood up stretching my sore muscles and wondered out of the library intent on tending to my needs before continuing my search, with thousands more books to go through and a new found determination I quickened my pace.

I made it to the kitchen in time for supper and ate silently and alone, curious as to where my parents were but not wishing to disturb them, one of the kitchen staff came and cleared away my plate as I was deep in thought, I just had this niggle in the back of my mind that all of this was so important. that nothing else from here on out was as important as this, my usual calm and jovial parents attested to that alone. I contemplated seeking them out but decided against it. they gave me no reason to disbelieve them before. they will find me soon, I was sure of it.

after my break I was curled up along the seatee, the sun begining to sink behind my back, relief and dissapointment that there would be no full moon tonight entering my mind, as I flicked through the encyclopedia's containing information on the beasts of the forest that resided outside our woods, a trivial action as I had memorised these same books as a child, the yellow eyes and black fur of my nightmare at the forefront of my mind. when Issa came and found me, I felt her approach willing her to leave me be. I still had so much information to find. ofcourse she did not.

"Come my lady, it is time to get ready for bed." she said firmly.

I sighed and nodded, she helped me return the books to their rightful place. As we approached my room I remembered my parents absence, I asked Issa if she knew where they were.

"they have been in the Study since this morning," she responded

"Pouring over books and speaking in hushed tones, even took their meals holed away." she continued seeming more and more concerned as she spoke as if she was now only realizing.

"should I go see them?" I wondered out loud mainly to myself haulting my steps, enticed by the idea of answers, but Issa heard and seemed to shake her head gently.

"No, I think it is best if you come to bed now sweetheart, get some rest. you can speak with them in the morning" she said firmly.

she linked her arm in mine "Come" she said as she led me in to my room. As we entered my room I pulled away and instantly felt myself gravitate towards the window again as the sun sunk slowly in to the ground. I felt Issa come up behind me and start running my brush through my hair humming as she went, the familiarity of her actions and routine, calming my swirling thoughts and the tension in my stomach eased. I stared out in the forest just beyond our woods, there was a clear line in which the white woods met the vibrant green, a invisible magical barrier stood surrounding our circle of trees that kept all creatures not of Elven blood from entering. this place once a empty meadow now thriving with villages and castles amongst the Alabaster tree's, tree's with no branches to climb and as smooth as marble but thruming with life.

I could see the vines of magic inside them like a bloodstream. I have ever since I was little, it was linked with my Elvish ablities that a high elf like my self posses. for the first time in my life I wish I had spoken of the surge of power the moon gives me each time it reaches cycle and is full. maybe it is normal and someone could give me guidance as to why it has become more powerful as i come of age? that is the only reason I could assume it happend so now. it's with that thought in my mind, that I finally decide to speak of it with my parents in the morning. my parents have not mentioned it once? you would think I would at very least learnt of it in my schooling, though the person in the diary note seemed to at least acknowledge the moon more then any elf I knew. maybe it was not to be spoken of? at the thought of the note, I felt it shift in my bust and I desperately wanted to read it again, incase I missed anything. I did not wish to reveal it in front of Issa though, gods only knew what she would think of such a thing, or the questions she would ask that I have no answers to.

"Come little lady, it is time to get you dressed for bed." she said warmly as I realised she had finished my hair, braid and all. she led me across to get me dressed. as she was looking for a night gown in my wardrobe, I removed the note from my bust and held it in my hand behind my back, letting it fall to the ground before raising my arms, as she removed my gown holding my arms in place as she soon replaced it with my night gown, i quickly swooped down to pick it up again as she turned to continue her duties, then placing it in the draw closest to my bed, as she turned down my covers, fussing as she always did. I lay in bed and she pulled the covers across me before kissing me on the head.

"Good night, sweet girl" said with a smile.

"Good night, sweet lady" I replied as usual.

"may you have sweeter dreams tonight," she stated as I closed my eyes.

willing her to leave quickly.

after I was sure she was gone and not returning, I sat up in bed and pulled out the note, my eyes straining in the dark as I re read it over and over. I huffed and fell back in to the pillows, throwing the note unceremoniously on the bed, before re thinking my actions and scrambling to grab it and put it back in the draw, and rolling over. as I closed my eyes my mind filled with amused warm yellow eyes that tightened my core and heated my belly, I could see smooth chocolate colored skin, and feel soft golden curls through my fingers. I drifted off to sleep smiling at the image of the literal man of my dreams.

I awoke abruptly, Issa standing over me. hand on my shoulder.

"Come Alli, your parents wish to speak with you at once sweetheart". she was was speaking quietly, frantically. she was still in her own night gown, her vibrant orange-red curls falling down her back. unlike her normal tight bun the candle she was holding casting and ominous shadow over her uncharistically terse face.

"what's happening?" I asked worried, she rarely used my name, let alone nickname. pulling back the covers and getting out of bed. she just pursed her lips and shook her head guiding us out of the room by candle light towards my parents study.

"Issa, what's going on?" I asked again grabbing her hand as we declined the stairs.

" I dont know" she admitted honestly. shooting me a pained look, gripping my hand tighter as she led me in to the study, to my parents.

Still fully dressed and looking incredibly stressed.

I went to mother and embraced her, my concern increasing. father gently removed me from her grasp and seated me down next to him. mother now had tears rolling down her face.

"What's going on?" I asked firmly my head pounding with confusion and fear.

"Darling what do you know of your grandfather?" Father asked in response.

I frowned, "he's dead" I stated.

"No" said father my brow furrowed further. "He isnt" he stated morose.

"What?" I asked, beyond confused. they lied? the..queen..lied?

"your grandfather, my father and the Queens brother is very much alive." father began, I opened my mouth in shock "what? why? then why didnt he stay? why didnt he take the throne?" I interupted, questions rushing to my mind, he was the oldest between him and Aunt Madilane, he technically should be king. especially if he is as powerful as the books say he was....is. My Father never wished to be King, he was a scholarly fellow, with soft hands, soft eyes and soft heart. he practically hightailed it out of the Capitol city when his Aunt wished to own the title, it never bothered me. we were happy.

"Because.." father began, mothers tears started streaming more steadily. "he wanted to protect me, as I wish to protect you..there is a lot you dont know Alli..about our heritage, our lands heritage." he continued.

"alot that my aunt abolished from history, when my father left over a 100 years ago and she became queen." I nodded slowly urging him to go on, Dark Violet meeting bright, urgancy in the air. "Alli.." he sighed "have you been have you had a dream like you had last night before?" he asked, referring to my nightmare. I shook my head no "not until last night" I said quietly. he nodded like he knew this already. "I had..."he trailed off tears coming to his eyes

" I had hoped you would be born like my au-nt" his voice wobbled "like her son...his children..like me..but..." he sighed

" but I was a fool, as you know your aunt only had one child." I nodded, his cousin Adriel.

"And then, he had a daughter and then a son...and.. I only had you.." i c****d my head to the side as he took a deep breath.

"Well, there is a prophecy, made a long time ago. long before even your grandfather, when our ancestors settled in alabaster. when it was just a meadow, a safe haven after the great war, do you remember?" He asked, I nodded yes, I had only been learning it again this morning "as you know the settlers were gifted a powerful gift, the gift of creation" I nodded again "And our particular ancestors were bestowed more powerful gifts then the others" father explained, although I already knew. those gifts are what made the difference between the High Elves and the regular Elves, we learn this at school. but I stayed silent letting him continue "These gifts were designed to help control and destroy If necessary. Designed to protect and to come to the aid of our brethren and those under us." I nodded already knowing all this."Now, even then there were gifts bestowed even more poweful then the powers of the high Elves. they were even more special then what we even as High Elves posses. they were in reality, a curse." he continued on, imploring me to understand, but I was still confused. he sighed,

" The prophecy states that a day would come, someone of royal blood, our blood. will be born, to lead us into another great battle, one that could go in two very different directions, depending on the path this member of our family takes." mother started full on crying. I fought the urge to embrace her again and focused on my father.

"what...what does this have to do with me, why are we having this discussion in the middle of the night?" I asked getting frustrated.

"dont you see darling, although, we as high elf are powerful, there are some of us even more so..." he trailed off pointedly.

"a..and you think I have those gifts?, the curse?...the prophecy" I asked feeling a little sick. father nodded

"How do you know?" I asked in a whisper.

"I have suspected for a long time" he admitted reluctantly, your obsession with the moon," he gave me a pointed look and I flushed red.

"but most importantly, your powers even as a child your powers were incredibly strong, especially for someone your age." I nodded my head was swimming with all this information, but I understood, everyone always said I was strong. I just never thought it was a big deal, i am technically royalty, a high Elf.

"when you came to us about that dream, i knew what it was, i knew it was a premoniton" father continued grabbing my hand as my mouth fell open, thinking more specifically about the second dream,

"but theres more.." what? I felt faint, but I motioned for him to go on.

"Since My Father no one has possessed the great power I believe you are capable of. our Aunt, myself and our cousins were all born with out it. there is only one person who can help you through this Darling, one person who can help you to control this...to set you on the correct path...to train you, and that's your grandfather."