Prologue for The return of Silva

It's always been said history will repeat itself sometime after it’s first born and created. History only runs in a circle of pain, hurt, laughter, and love. It dips and turns, runs and walks, grows and shrinks, just like a river, always changing, always moving. Trickles flow into streams, streams into rivers, rivers into bays, bays into oceans, and that ocean swirls and dances but eventually that ocean will have to be sent back to the sky and history will repeat. That's why history should not be lost to time, because when that time comes, the time for history to repeat itself, we can make the right choices to lead into a better future, or should I say, the past.

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Queen Ariana looked out the window towards the battlefields where swirling dark magic floated above the heads of her men. The men she loved and would do anything to protect, but this time she was helpless. Then she looked back at her bed where a young child was sleeping peacefully, unaware of all the pain happening around her. Then looking down at the paper before her she started to write in a scawling script,

“Mariana, my lovely child…” she paused, footsteps running down the hall towards her quarters.

Ariana gasped, covering her child's mouth with one delicate hand as the child's eyes fluttered open curious, and the footsteps dashed past the door. “Oh dear don’t cry now it will all-.” They were interrupted with a fierce pounding on the door.

“Be okay?!” Someone yelled from the hall, “Really? Let me in your mightiness! Although I wouldn’t allow my subjects to call me that if I couldn’t save them from dying at the hands of someone you wish you could destroy but aren't alive enough to !” A choking laughter escaped from the evil standing outside the door.

Ariana barely glanced at the door and registered the banging before she threw the blankets over her child and messed up the bed hoping she would just be thought of as a mess of blankets, the servants hadn’t come that morning anyways.

“Your time has come to meet your lost men. Just open up all sweet and calmly, I wouldn’t want to break down this beautifully ornate door and the deather brothers wouldn’t want their new kingdom to be ruined even by a stubborn entrance.”

Ariana shook her head and opened the window looking down onto the ground below. She could escape now and live, but it would mean leaving a child she loved dearly to the moon behind. She had to make her decision, leave behind the child and hoped she survived or be killed and hope the child would make it out alive.

She crawled out the window, making her way down the castle and towards the woods. She knew in her heart somehow the child would survive, mothers always knew. They could see the lifetime of everyone pass through their heads if they wanted to. Mothers had a special kind of magic that no one else had, not kings, not lords, not knights, not servants, or even daughters and sons. They had the magic to believe and see the best in everyone.

As she hurried into the forest, taking one longing look back at the kingdom she lived for and would die for. She knew she couldn’t do the same things for her child. A daughter to one day rise and resurrect the kingdom. A princess to steal it back from the devils darkness and reunite the people. A queen to one day become the most powerful sorcerer and creator that would ever walk across the earth and live with the common people. And a panther. One who would be remembered as the kindest and loving soul that was tricked and fooled yet stood tall as she lived to resurrect, reunite, and rule over a kingdom she unburied from ashes.