Where the Sun Breaks through the Mist

Hey this is my first story, I have lots more though

-Emilia Argon

P.S. thats just my Pen name

Where the Sun Breaks Through the Mist
By EA

Will these Girls ever realize that their destinies are intertwined by some divine force, or will love and hate tear them apart? Can they rush to stop an impending war before the life of their people is torn from them? Discover fear, courage, wisdom, and the ever growing need to defend oneself in Lanon a mystical country that lies to the north in a world where imagination runs wild, and warriors rule the day, a place I call, Eden.

Prologue

OneIn the beginning there was oneone spurned twotwo to threethree to fourand after fourmany more
She flew up and over away from this place to another. To a city, a large city. The castle was there and that is where she went, to the highest room of the tallest tower to see the baby princess. She flew through the window an once again the room was empty, she searched and found the babe lying on the bed. She held the tiny body in her hands, and chanted to it. "Ah, Princess how special you are, you will hold the world in your hands someday. So have with thee this gift I have perceived for thee. A pretty charm for round thy neck and then in need yell out the name of my most beloved star and a mighty sword shall protect thee. A swirl of wind loop round your neck. A queen you'll make, but not in this land, your mother has flown far away. Now beauty you shall have and a song you'll sing of the day when you discover," she hushed her voice to a soft whisper, "that what everyone else wants you have..." and now barely audibly, she held the quiet child to her ear and said, "the wings to fly away..."

Two
two there were
two together
always two
till they split
and never again
was two ever
Two

Away she flew from the city to another place, far by the mountains, for the angel was weaving fate together tonight. To a peak in the mountains she flew, a fire burned a blaze and a screaming she had heard but once 500 years ago. It was the firebird majestic and proud, she had served her term and now she had strewn her body upon the mountainside, and built herself a nest and then a spark alit and burned her body, until there was but the echo of her agony. The White bodied angel flew closer and peered through the smoke, she spoke words and the fire died. And in the center of the pyre she found a small woman and a child.
"You have served you duty well, Wildera. Go and make for yourself a life greater than that you know now."
"What about this?" she rasped, and showed the girl to her.
"Give me that and run along with you." She took the babe from the woman and held it in her arms, cradling her and grasping her shoulders.She flew down the mount, to a village nearby and placed the babe on the stoop of a small cottage, drooping a fire pendent round her neck. She turned and flew away, and where she had grasped the child's shoulder a wisping flame 'twas left.

Three
three of them
only three
no more
just three
but
three can never remain
as just three
but Three

Two years later the angel flew. She flew over the roof tops of the city, searching for the sign. Her wings beat as she scanned the cityscape, of Dragons tongue, she heard it, the small wail of a baby. She flew to the source of it, the window of a fortress, and slipped through the small window. Three small cradles lined one of the walls, triplets, a rarity, she stepped over to the first, a small child with black as black hair, she picked up the child and laid her hand on the child's chest, a small imprint of a gray stone was left on her chest, she replaced the babe and moved to the cradle next to it. A boy, No, she wasn't looking for boys tonight, she stepped to the next, the cradle of the crying babe.
She gently lifted the babe and she shut up immediately. The angel took from the pocket of her robe a chain and hung on it was the symbol of water, she looped it on the child's neck, and touched the babes ankle, the same symbol appeared.
"I am done here", she spoke to the babies.
She stepped back over to the window to take off again, but the door opened, she hid herself and said the spell of invisibility, she stayed, waiting. A young woman entered the room, she had to be no more than twenty years old. She stepped over to the babies and picked up the first, she had to be the children's mother, the girl gasped and almost dropped the babe, "Jon, come here! Look at this," a young man the same as the woman, enter the room, the children's father, "Look!" the woman cried, "the Aka has been here tonight! They weren't like this when I left, it had to be very recent!" All the man did was nod, and gaze at the children, "I see..."

Four
finally four
only four
it was four together
and only four
that spurned the birth
of the world
But Four

But a year after that the Angel flew again, this time south of where she lived at the temple, to the land of the elves. A large homely house nestled in a small valley was where she wanted to go. It was made of wood slats, like a tudor almost, it had a large garden and fields clustered around it. She flew to the doorway, composed herself waiting for what was behind the door. She adjusted her belt knife, raised her arms and flung the doors open, yelling ancient verses of prophecy. A group of small, well-muscled and extremely composed people looked up from where they were huddling.
"Ei!" they yelled out and bowed down before her.
"Where is the baby!" she screamed at them, "Where!" Nervously they pointed to a room beside them. She took one look at it and burst open it's doors, shouting more mad phrases. She saw a tall woman nestled on a wooden bed. Saw her and yelled, "Lairi Lotusmoon, I gave you three days to get rid of that child and you've still got it! What am I going to do now! You had better send that babe off right now too your cousin in the hills or I will kill someone!" She screamed furiously unsheathing the dagger in her belt.
"Okay!" yelled the she-elf pitiously take her, to my brother."
"I cannot take this child for you, you must send someone else."
"If that is the way it is then I shall give her to my most trusted messenger to take to him."
"Good, you cannot raise the child Lairi, you know that, prophecies don't lie." And with that she turned away and walked down the hallway, back to the door.

One
was lost
One
was gone
One
without it there was none
But
One
and
None
But One