Prologue

No one knew when she was born. The queen allowed only certain people to be in the circle of knowledge. That was the first red flag the king should have paid more attention to.

The queen was angered that her daughter was born without wings. All royals were fairies. Aside from their wings, they were powerless. The elves, however, contained all the Lore in the kingdom. Legends ago, the elves wanted someone to lead that could never overpower the voice of the people. Thus the fairies became the royals. Fairies were forbidden to marry elven folk, lest any should become invincible and authoritative. When the princess was born without wings, the queen feared.

Shortly after the princess was born, the queen brought a plan to the king. "I have a way to fix this." she told him. He was skeptical, but gave his blessing knowing that if is wife was not satisfied, his daughter's life may be in danger.

For the next three years, rumors of the source of the screams from the castle keep growing worse and worse. The queen hardly ever showed her face to the people. The king realized his mistake, but his realization came far too late. He could not stop the terror that his wife had become.

One night, the shrieks that landed on the king's ears were too much for him. He flew toward the chamber in which his wife had isolated for her plight. After bursting through the door, he saw his small daughter strapped to the table, her mouth open crying in pain. She wriggled and writhed, but it was in vain. The king could not stand to see his daughter like this. He moved to let his daughter free, but his wife stopped him. Her eyes glowed red with anger. She lifted her hands to push the king away, but he simply set her aside. Her fury increased, but that didn't matter. He turned to see an elven servant, one which had been apart of the princess's birth. "You have Memory Lore?"

The elven servant nodded with fear in her eyes. It was at this point that the king noticed the little girl behind the servant. He came up with the only plan he could think of to save his daughter.

"Please," he instructed, pointing to the queen. "Make her forget the princess. Make her forget all of this."

He looked to the little girl.

"I need you to help me."

The queen came back around to stop the king, but before she reached him, the servant held her hands out. The queen's eyes rolled back and she fell down. The servant went to tend her.

While this had occurred, the king untied his daughter, who had passed out from the pain, led the servant girl out of the chamber, and down the long flight of stairs to the courtyard.

It was here that he handed his daughter to the little girl, who held her as a big sister would her sibling. The king kissed the top of the princess's head.

"I love you, Daisilyn. Know that Daddy loves you so much."

He looked into the little girl's eyes.

"Run. Take her far away. Find someone to care for her. Do you have your mother's Lore?"

The little girl nodded shakily.

"Good. Make her forget what her mother did. Give her a new name. How skilled are you at your Lore?"

With a gulp the little girl said, "I can lock my Lore with a word."

The king smiled.

"Lock it with her name. Daisilyn. When she hears her name, she will come back to me. She'll come back when she's stronger."

He caressed his daughter's head as a tear ran down his face. "Come back when I call, Daisilyn. I love you so much."

Just then a scream was heard from the high chamber. The queen.

"Go, go! I'll tend to the queen."

And with those words, the king flew to the high chamber. His large gray wings flapped lightly, but swiftly. The little girl watched for a moment, then turned and ran.

From that moment on, no one but the king, the servant, and her daughter knew that the princess ever existed. The king awaited the day when his daughter was required. Then he would awaken her. And they would be happy, for the first time.