The Prophecy - Book Excerpt - Introduction to Heidan.

Eveline spun through darkness and time until she fell through another open door, her body falling gently onto moist grass. For a moment she tried to hold herself, controlling the urge to vomit as nausea swirled within her stomach, reaching her bones and touching every corner of her body like the plague. She was on her hands and knees as she tried to stop herself from retching, closing her eyes and concentrating on her breathing until the wave of nausea passed and she felt her body come back to life once more. When finding herself back to rights, she fell back onto her bottom and cradled her head within her sweating palms and began to cry heavily at the scene she had just witnessed. She curled her toes into the blades of grass and dug her fingertips into her scalp as she cried. It was not until she heard the buzzing of an insect did she open her eyes to the world around her. She knew not why she was engulfed in these visions, knew not why she had been shown the royal family of Heaven and knew not why she was connected to the royal princess, Unyae. She however after witnessing the terrible cruelty of Lagar and Lagman, better understood the pain Galean must have felt when he returned to Aurelius to find his wife and daughter dead. She felt the pain of Heiden as he cried out aloud, all of his anger seeping into the physical area about him. His cry still echoed within the depths of her mind as well as Unyae’s.

From the buzzing of a flying insect came the singing of birds nearby, and as the world around her began to come to life, she dropped her hands from her exhausted face and looked around. Beautiful trees, ancient and tall dotted the land, all of them bearing sweet flowers, flowers she had only ever seen in her dreams, when she walked through her minds imaginary garden. Sweeping her long locks behind her she gently rose to her feet and slowly turned about. Beautiful sounds filled the air as birds flew from tree to tree and creatures akin to butterflies danced about the flowers that sprouted up upon the earth. She knew this garden, she visited it often in her dreams and now she had been brought here, to her garden, her imagination. Eveline began to feel disorientated, she was unable to connect the dots, none of what she had seen made sense. As she began to wonder through the trees she heard the sound of raised voices nearby and stopped moving, seeing two figures striding through the trees near to her. Quickly she ran behind one of the ancient trees, her chest rising and falling heavily as the sound of two people became louder.

“Heidan stop!” a familiar voice cried out. Eveline looked around the tree and spotted the source of the voice and was astounded to see before her the beautiful Unyae, chasing after a young and handsome man, who was striding through the trees with purpose, his brows thunderous as he waved away the woman with frustrated hands.

“I will not be bound to this garden anymore!” Heidan replied loudly, the princess’s face etched with pain. “I was not born to be a prisoner.”

“Heidan if you leave this garden you will only make yourself vulnerable to those who wish to seek us out!” Unyae said loudly as she ran to the young man and grabbed his arm only to be swung away with violent anger. Heidan stopped and turned Unyae, his beautiful face so alike her own, dismantled with anger and arrogance.

“Every year you tell me that he will come and that he will bring us back to Heaven, and still we linger within these walls! I will not be bound by them any longer,” Heidan stormed. “Do as you please mother, I am freeing myself of you and your delusional hopes!”

“Where will you go?” Unyae cried out, trying to touch her sons arm.

“South to Ruarr, to serve under Islaer,” Heidan said as he ran his long fingers through his dark hair.

“Heidan I beg of you to re consider, please you know Islaer serves Lagar,” Unyae urged, her long dove grey gown swaying in the light gust of wind that coursed its way through the garden, causing the leaves and flowers to rustle gently.

“He is my father as you so diligently told me last week,” Heidan spat.

“He is bad and corrupt, stay away from him Heidan!”

“I have a right to know him,” Unyae’s son said angrily. Eveline clutched her stomach tightly at the realisation that Unyae had been sexually violated by none other than Lagar himself. The complications from such an act where unthinkable. Now she understood why she had refrained from telling her father.

“Have I not made myself perfectly clear where your father is concerned? Does it not bother you that he is the arch enemy of my father? That he killed my mother and brothers?” Unyae said darkly, letting her arms fall from her son as she looked up into his face. “Do you believe that he will call you son? That he will welcome you with open arms?”

“My powers are becoming too strong for me to control mother,” Heidan said with an air of coldness. “I linger in the sun when I wish to linger in the shade, and with every day that passes I find myself becoming sick for the shade, sick for the darkness, like an unstoppable force within me. The sun carries no joy, it does not feed me like the night does. You do not serve me in the way I wish, you only repel me with your constant whimpering and lecturing. Have you not considered what I need? That my needs are greater than your own? Your life is done, spent and over. Your father will not come for you and that in itself says enough, my father knows not where I am. Who knows if he will welcome me with open arms, but I must try.”

Eveline felt hatred for the man, a hatred she had never entertained before. Such cruelty laced his words, such venom was his content for the woman who had borne him and nurtured him, despite him being the product of rape and a child of Lagar, the demon king who had killed her mother and sons and forever exiled her from Heaven. She tried to control the tide of anger that rolled over her as the young man spat at his mother’s feet and turned away, once again striding through the garden, this time leaving his mother behind. From behind a bush, a beautiful stag came and stood beside the princess, laying his beautiful head upon her shoulders as she wept. 






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