Katherine’s passing was sudden, and though tragic, it was good to see the kingdom undoubtedly place their trust in Thatcher for guidance in this time of grief. With a bit of magic, I successfully became a Lanterian thanks to Charlotte and Lestat. My hunger for blood has decreased significantly, and I’m finally able to control it. In return for upholding the alliance with Blue Haven, Charlotte has agreed to send donations of blood so I won’t have to feed on others. Thatcher had gathered with his ally of Stone Ridge, informing King Rohan and Queen Isabelle of the chaos that has fallen on his kingdom. Rohan and his men naturally agreed to help the people of Blue Haven from the despicable terror that has been overtaking it. Charlotte has been staying in my chambers for assistance and moral support the past few days as the spell continued to work its magic. The following morning, a gentle knock on the door wakes us. “Come in,” I call out wiping the sleep from my eyes. “Good morning Majesty! The sun’s out, and the weather is nice. The children have been sleeping soundly, and the kingdom greets us with a new day! Come Milady, it’s time to get up! Thatcher has summoned for you,” Lady Molly says cheerfully. “Has there been any word of Juliana?” I ask as I get out of bed. “No, Milady. I haven’t heard anything. Perhaps Thatcher has some news for you,” Lady Molly replies as she dresses me.
Once I’m ready for the day, I head downstairs to find Thatcher waiting for me at the bottom of the stairwell. Turning towards me, a small grin forms on his face before saying, “Good morning my love. I hope you slept well.” I give a slight smile before replying, “Yes, actually I slept pretty soundly. I am curious to know why you have asked for me. Is there any word of our daughter?” Extending his elbow, I take his arm, and he leads me into the formal dining room before informing me there has been no change in Juliana’s condition. “I have requested the maids to set the table for just the two of us before everyone else to gets up to have breakfast. I thought this would be the perfect chance for us to get to know each other again and to catch up on things,” he replies. He pulls out the chair for me to take a seat, and then takes a seat across from me once I’m comfortable in my chair. The maids bring in platters filled with fried eggs, muffins, toast, bacon, fresh squeezed orange juice, cows milk, and a pot of freshly brewed coffee. As they lay the delicious looking food on the table, the aroma fills the air, and I suddenly begin to feel sick. “Are you alright darling?” Thatcher asks worriedly as he grabs my hand. “I’m not sure. I just got dizzy all of a sudden. I’m not sure if I should be eating……you know, this kind of food,” I reply. Snapping his fingers, one of the maids rushes into the room and hands Thatcher a small plastic bag. “Here darling. Try drinking this first. Charlotte said you might feel sick at first and this should help, “He says as he hands me the small bag.
“What is it?” I ask curiously. “It’s a blood bag from Charlotte’s personal stash. She said if you begin feeling sick when introducing you back to human food, you should try to drink that first. It will help you feel better,” Thatcher explains. I give a nod in agreement and drink from the bag. “How do you feel? Any better?” Thatcher asks as I drink the rest of the liquid. “I feel much better,” I reply as I sit the empty bag on the table. “Glad to hear it,” he replies and nods to the footman to pass along the delicious breakfast from the platters. “Charlotte says you’ve gained the rest of your memories back,” Thatcher says as he spoons a fork full of eggs into his mouth. “Well, most of them. They’re still coming back to me in pieces,” I reply smearing butter on my toast. “Have any of your feelings for me returned?” Thatcher asks before Rohan enters the room. “Sorry to interrupt Majesty, but I have some important news,” Rohan says. Thatcher nods towards an empty chair and asks him to sit with us. As Rohan takes a seat he says, “I’m afraid we’ve had an encounter with a witch.” “Has Morgana paid a visit to your kingdom as well?” Thatcher questions. “No Majesty. Mylene was a well-trusted enchantress of Stone Ridge. My grandfather trusted her, but I’m afraid he trusted her a little too much. We just found out she had slipped some dead man’s blood into his tea when the kitchen maids weren’t looking. When one of my royal guards approached Mylene about this matter, she burst out into a fit of laughter. She then told me how she poisoned him and slipped him a potion to make him age. We also found out that she was working for Carolin all of these years. When my men tried to arrest her, she disappeared into a cloud of smoke. We weren’t able to relocate her Majesty,” Rohan replies.
“Silent tears stream down my cheeks before saying, “I’ve known Mylene since I was a little girl. I never thought she would do something like this.” Taking my hand in his Rohan says, “I’m so sorry Mother. I loved Grandfather too. My only wish is we could have known him the way you did and had more time with him. Now that we know what happened, and who poisoned him, we can begin the search for this witch.” “Do you have any idea where she would have gone other than Dragon Valley?” Thatcher questions. “We’re clueless. I don’t even know where to begin,” Rohan replies. “Have you sent word to Learia?” Thatcher asks. “Yes, and even my brother King Luke hasn’t heard anything. I’ve sent some of my men to begin searching in the surrounding villages, but so far we’ve come up empty-handed. I’m sure she’ll turn up somewhere. Unfortunately, it will be somewhere we least expect. Seems to always happen that way,” Rohan explains. “What about Charlotte? Do you think she would help?” Thatcher asks me. “Possibly. I mean this can affect her kingdom as well. If Carolin really wants to take out the whole realm, then I can see her sending Mylene to different kingdoms,” I reply.
“Very well then. “I’ll send some of my men to search for this evil enchantress or yours. However, I won’t be sending them to Dragon Valley to be in the middle of a bloodbath. Perhaps we will find her in a different realm. Either way, she will be found and dealt with!” Thatcher replies. “Thank you, Majesty. I’ll send some of my men to join in on the search. I’m sure she will be found,” Rohan says before leaving the room. “Now as we were….” Thatcher begins but Archer interrupts. “Sorry for the intrusion Majesties,” Archer tells us. Thatcher sighs deeply and rolls his eyes frustratedly before asking, “What is it?” “It’s Lady Elizabeth Majesty. I’m afraid she’s fallen ill,” Archer explains. “Then get the doctor to look after her,” Thatcher scoffs. “I’m afraid it’s not that simple. The doctor has already taken a look at her and can’t figure out what’s wrong with her. I also bring news of your daughter,” Archer replies. “Juliana!? Is she alright!?” I ask worriedly. Archer shakes his head before replying, “I’m afraid not Milady. The fever has spiked again and it’s only a matter of time before the aging process begins again.” “Darling, you can check on Elizabeth while I tend to our daughter. We need to find out what’s going on with her, and we can’t be in both places,” I tell Thatcher. He gives a nod in agreement before Archer escorts me to Juliana’s room.
Upon entering Juliana’s quarters, I give the nurse a break and hold the cool cloth to Juliana’s forehead. “Oh my darling, I wish I knew how to help you. It hurts to watch you suffer,” I tell Juliana. “Mommy?” Juliana calls out. “Yes darling, Mommy’s here,” I reply. “I have a message from Grandfather. He says you shouldn’t cry so much. He says you’re not a failure, and even he has made mistakes. He also says he’s very proud of the woman you have become,” she says. Smiling slightly I reply, “Sweetheart, you shouldn’t be talking. You need your rest.” “I’m sorry Mama. He asked me to tell you those things, “Juliana says. “You’re grandfather…. is he here right now?” I ask curiously. She places her hand on mine before saying, “He’s always here. I’ve been able to see him for as long as I can remember. He says you can talk to him anytime, he can hear you.” ‘This sounds crazy,’ I think to myself. “I miss you so much, daddy. Nothing has gone right, and now Juliana’s sick and I don’t know how I can help her,” I say out loud. “Grandfather says everything will fall into place, and you should ask Charlotte to help. He says she also has the power to speak to the other side,” Juliana explains. “How do you know Charlotte?” I question. “I don’t, but grandfather does,” she smiles. “Alright. I’ll summon for Charlotte. This better not be some kind of joke, “I tell her as I head for the door before opening it. Peering out into the hall, I notice two of Thatcher’s royal guards standing just outside of the doorway. “I need you to summon for Charlotte at once,” I tell one of the guards. He gives a little bow before leaving to find Charlotte.
A few moments later the guard announces Charlotte into the room before leaving once again. Approaching me Charlotte says, “You summoned for me Majesty?” “Yes, I did. This is going to sound a little crazy, but Juliana has the ability to see and talk to the dead. She says my father is here and he suggested we ask for your help. Do you have the ability to speak to the other side?” I ask. “As a matter of fact, I do. Your daughter is right, your father is indeed here. I’ve been sensing a disturbance from the other side. It’s as if they’re trying to warn us about something,” Charlotte explains. “Warn us about what?” I question. “I’m not sure, but I have my ways to find out,” Charlotte explains. “You’re not exactly doing your best at explaining things. You said you have ways to find out what my father is trying to warn us about, but you didn’t exactly say just how you’re planning to do that,” I inquire. “I forgot that you don’t know how to use your powers just yet. Not to mention that you don’t know much about us Lanterians. Considering there are three of us who can perform spells it will make this a lot easier. All we need to do is form a circle and concentrate once we have all of the ingredients. Your father’s spirit will come back to earth so we can talk to him and find out just what’s going on. This is only a temporary. He can’t stay here,” Charlotte says.
“What do you mean by temporary? How long will he be here?” I ask. “Just long enough for us to figure out what’s been going on with Juliana, and then I have to close the veil. Maybe he will have some information on where the former enchantress of Stone Ridge is,” Charlotte says. “You know about what happened in Stone Ridge?” I question. “Only because I was heading down for breakfast when I heard Thatcher speaking to someone about it,” she replies. I give a shrug before replying, “Alright then. Just long enough to figure out all of this madness.” “Then we need to begin gathering the ingredients I’ll need for the spell to work. I’ll need some Jade Vine, Ghost Orchid, Corpse Flower, Black Root, the staff of Sidhe to get the spell ready. We will then need one of your father’s hands to create the hand of glory. When we have all of those things, we can open the veil. ” Charlotte explains. the staff of Sidhe? But isn’t that…I begin but Charlotte interjects. “The staff of Merlin? Yes of course,” Charlotte says. “Just how are we going to get our hands on that? There’s no way Alderan will just hand that over,” I question. “Then I guess it’s a good thing that I already have it. Before you ask how I got it, Merlin gave it to me before he died. You see Merlin was my dearest friend and also taught me enchantments. After he passed and his son Alderan took over…..lets just say we didn’t see eye to eye on things. “Very well then. Follow me to the enchantment room. We might have the ingredients in one of the cabinets there,” I add.
Charlotte agrees and follows me to the tower. As we enter the enchantment room Charlotte heads over to the cabinets and begins to look through the ingredients. “Ah, here we go. Just what we need,” she says as she grabs some of the jars. “Do we have everything you need here?” I ask. “Everything but Richards’ hand,” she replies. “I don’t have that here. Rohan’s men took my father’s body back to Stone Ridge for a proper burial. It’s a few days ride. Do you think I should send some of our men to gather the last required item?” I question. Smiling sweetly Charlotte says, “We don’t need to go all the way to Stone Ridge, and we certainly don’t need to send any men out to risk their lives,” she replies. “Then how on earth are we going to get my father’s hand?” I ask curiously. “By simply using magic my dear. I’ll teach you everything I know once everything in the realm has calmed down.” Within a snap of a finger, Charlotte holds out my father’s hand in her palm. “I can teach you how to do that little trick too. It beats having to risk your life looking for something. As long as it exists, you can get it without even having to leave the kingdom. Now, we really need to get the potions brewing. Can you be a dear and find Lestat for me? We’ll need him to perform the spell,” Charlotte asks. I tell her I’ll find him for her and quickly leave the room.
As I pass the throne room, I can hear Thatcher and Rohan making plans on where to send their men. After looking all over the second floor, I decided to check the sitting room. ‘Maybe he decided to have a glass of bourbon,’ I think to myself. “Just what are you doing roaming these halls? Is there something I can help you with?” Ector asks as I enter the sitting room. “I’m just looking for Lestat. have you seen him?” I ask. Pouring himself a drink Ector replies, “Actually I haven’t seen him since earlier. I’m so glad I can talk to you alone Princess….or um, excuse me, my Queen. I tried to tell Thatcher he was too good for you and to move on. Would you believe the stubborn arse wouldn’t listen to me? He assured me the two of you were in love and you would make a great queen, but I was against it from the start.” Before I can even get a word in, Ector continues as he slowly approaches me, “Have you seen him lately? Do you know what it does to him when you’re out gallivanting around with your so-called ex-husband!? You’ve done nothing but break his heart. He and I may not agree on some things, but it doesn’t mean we’ve stopped being family.”
Glancing at the floor and looking back up at Ector I reply, “I saw him this morning and he seemed fine. Are you sure you’re not just trying to pick a fight with me?” Grabbing me by the throat and leaning me against the wall by the door Ector says, “I don’t know what it is about you that makes two grown men want you so badly, other than you’re mouth-watering gorgeous. Even Austin wanted you back with him. Do you realize how hard it has been for me retain myself from ripping the gown from your body? Maybe if I had just a taste of you, I would understand why all these men want you so much.” “Look, you’re drunk. maybe you should go sleep it off.” I softly tell him trying to fight him off. As I look into his eyes, I can see the alcohol has completely taken over, but there’s also something else about his eyes. I just can’t put my finger on it, but the color of them seems so very familiar. “I can see why my cousin is so mad about you. Just look at you. Your soft olive skin would drive a man wild,” he says as he presses against me. “Please don’t do this,” I whimper. As he leans in to steal a kiss, Thatcher and Rohan enter the room. “Just what is the meaning of this!? Thatcher shouts. “Well, I was just….” Ector begins but Thatcher quickly interjects. “You were just trying to force yourself on my wife! What about Kristen? What will she think when she hears of this?” Thatcher scoffs. “Do you really think Kristen would care? After all, she did sleep with you and have your child! Besides, I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was just teaching your precious wife here a lesson!” Ector huffs.
“I don’t give a damn what you think you’re doing! Get your hands off of my mother you filthy dog!” Rohan shouts. “Filthy dog!? That’s why the color of his eyes look so familiar to me! He’s one of them. That’s why Kristen wants to be with him. He’s a lycan and together they can create their own hybrid army!” I shout. “Just shut up!” Ector yells as he begins choking me. “Let her go, Ector! Just because you’re family doesn’t mean I won’t kill you!” Thatcher scolds. “Sorry cousin. I told you to leave this one alone. Don’t you see what she’s doing to you? She’s done nothing but break your heart. Gallivanting around that filth of an ex-husband of hers, while you patiently wait for her memories and feelings for you to return. Do you realize how pathetic you look in your own kingdom? When we were kids, you always said how you couldn’t wait to be king, and how much better things would be than it was when your father was on the throne. Just look at yourself Cousin! You’re letting all of these vile creatures run your own kingdom! Your father thought he could be friends with these….these things too and just look where it got him! It got the rest of the family killed!” Ector scoffs. “This is your last warning Ector, let Shelly go!” Thatcher demands. A sickening grin forms on Ector’s face before replying, “Sorry Cousin. I just can’t do that. I would rather see the life drain from her body than to see her parading around that so-called ex of hers!”
Rohan draws his sword from the sheath, before Lestat punches a hole in the wall from the other side, grabbing Ector’s hand and twisting his wrist in one fast motion, snapping it like a twig. As I wiggle one of my legs free, I kick Ector in the groin until he loosens his grip on my neck. Growling in pain, Ector falls to the floor before Thatcher orders his men to lock him up in the dungeon. “Mother, are you alright? Are you hurt?” Rohan asks as he embraces me. Before I’m able to answer Lestat enters the room. “Darling, are you alright? Why didn’t you defend yourself?” Lestat asks approaching us. “I-I couldn’t….I don’t wanna hurt anyone else. I couldn’t control it before, but I can now. Enough people have gotten hurt because of me. I won’t allow myself to hurt anyone ever again,” I reply. “Sweetheart, defending yourself isn’t hurting anyone. It’s called protecting yourself from those who are trying to hurt you,” Thatcher soothes. “You think I don’t know the difference? All I can see every time I close my eyes are the faces of the innocent people I’ve killed. I will not inflict any violence if I can help it. Besides, there’s only one person in this realm who I would love to get my hands on. Carolin will get hers very soon!” I reply. Turning to Lestat I say, “I was actually looking for you. Charlotte asked me to find you. She’s waiting for both of us in the enchantment room.” He shoots me a little wink and replies, “Then we shouldn’t keep her waiting.” I give a nod in agreement and Lestat follows me to the enchantment room.
Upon entering the enchantment room, Charlotte’s smile turns into concern as her eyes look up to meet mine. Gasping Charlotte says, “Good gracious child! What happened to you? Ya look like you’ve gotten into a fight with a lion!” Thatcher’s lycan cousin is what happened, but he’s been taken care of,” I reply. Caressing my cheek Charlotte says, “Lycan cousin? I’m not sure if I even want to know how exactly that happened. Don’t you worry. I’m sure Thatcher will deal with him as he sees fit.” Turning towards Lestat and approaching the cauldron Charlotte says, “The Hand Of Glory and the potion are both ready. All that’s left to do is cast the spell to open the veil and get the answers we’ve been searching for. We need to get Princess Juliana well and back to her rightful age. Of course, we’ll also need a sacred place to perform this spell. Do you have a mausoleum in your cemetery?” “As a matter of fact, we do. Only the Royals are buried in there. Follow me, I’ll take you to it,” I reply. “Wait just a second,” Charlotte says as she motions for me to come to her. As I approach her she says, “Consider this as your first lesson my child. Grab onto our hands, and think of your destination. Don’t think of anything else but the mausoleum. This is the fastest way to get there and time is running out. We need the moon to be full or the spell won’t work,” she explains.
Grabbing Lestat’s and Charlotte’s hands, I focus on the old building in the cemetery. It’s the only building that had survived the attack of the Lycans that killed the previous king and queen of Blue Haven. Before opening my eyes, the smell of mildew, black mold, and death fills the air, and that’s when I knew we have arrived in the mausoleum. The sound of Charlotte lighting the torches brings me back from my thoughts. As I quickly look around inside of the old building, I notice hundreds of names engraved on the walls, and a few crypts scattered around with names engraved on the stone. “You’re learning pretty fast Majesty. With a little practice you will be able to fast travel on your own,” she says turning towards me smiling. Charlotte then places the hand of glory down on one of the crypts and positions 6 white candles around it. Once everything is in order, Charlotte deposits the staff of Merlin in the palm of the hand of glory. “Come you two. We need to form a circle in front of the hand before splashing it with these vials of potion,” she says holding out her hands signaling for us to take our places. Lestat extends his hand, and I place mine in his as we hold hands with Charlotte in the circle. A few moments of silence fills the room before she splashes her vial of the black potion onto the staff.
Pulling her into a tight hug I say, “Mom! I can’t believe it’s you! I have missed you so much!” With tears streaming down her rosy cheeks she replies, “I’ve missed you too my darling!” “Ehem! What am I? Chopped liver?” I hear a familiar man’s voice call out. ‘It can’t be?’ I think to myself. Releasing my mother from our embrace, I look beside her to find my father standing straight and tall waiting for me to respond. As I stand mouth agape he says, “Well, aren’t you going to say anything, or are you just going to stand there and stare at me all night?” he asks. “I-I’m sorry it’s just that…..I never thought I would see you again!” I finally manage to say. Rushing over to him, I hug him tightly before saying, “I’ve missed you too daddy!” “I’m sorry to rush this little family reunion, but we have a limited amount of time before I have to close the veil,” Charlotte interrupts. “Which is a very stupid thing you did my dear. We died and went to the other side, where we were supposed to stay. Now you opened the veil there’s nothing to stop the others from getting out!” Richard says. “The others? You mean there’s more of you?” Charlotte questions. Shaking his head he replies, “You really didn’t think that we were the only ones there did you?” As Charlotte begins to speak, Richard interjects. “The other side was created by Amara, a very old enchantress. Her brother, Tyrion was a very well known enchanter who used to help people in need. Until one day Amara created the other side for her brother and every other supernatural creature that should die.”
Releasing my father from his embrace I reply, “That’s awful! Just why would Amara create the other side for her own brother?” “Ehem. We don’t have time for stories,” Charlotte says folding her arms sternly. “No offense Majesty, but you better make time!” Richard scolds. Charlotte puts her hands on her hips and sighs deeply, before gesturing towards Richard to continue. “Now where was I?” Richard questions. “You were telling us why Amara created the other side for Tyrion and other supernaturals,” I remind him. “That’s right!” Richard remembers.
“Tyrion used to do some wonderful things for his people including healing them from illnesses. Then one day he met a Lady of the court named Amelia and the two fell head over heels in love. In just a few months the couple was married and not long after that they were expecting their first child. In just nine months, their son Keenan was born, only for Tyrion to find out he wasn’t the father. Enraged, Tyrion took the boy and threw him into the river, and then turned on his wife.
Gasping, I clasp my hands to my mouth before saying, “The poor baby! Was his wife able to escape him?” “Sadly no,” Richard said before continuing the story.
He strangled her to death. When Amara found out about what he had done, she threatened to banish him from the kingdom. Tyrion then got down on his knees and told Amara he never intended to hurt anyone, and promised he would never put his hands on anyone ever again.
Two years passed by as his anger brewed inside of him. He began to seek virgin ladies and courted them until he found another to claim as his favorite. Amara had finally had enough of his nonsense and confronted him about his behavior. He told her that he meant no harm, and he was just simply trying to find the perfect match for him. Amara nodded in response and gave him her last and final warning about his behavior at court. Tyrion shrugged off her warning and continued courting several different ladies a week. A few months later, Tyrion told all of the ladies he had been courting to meet him by the river when the sky grew dark, and if one of them could convince him she was the one he was destined to be with, he would take her as his bride. Only none of the women he had charmed expected to find over a hundred ladies waiting to see him. “What is the meaning of this? I thought you asked me here to prove myself to you? You’re just like most of the men in this land! Filthy pigs!” one of the women shouted before she spat in his face. Angered by what the lady had said, Tyrion softly chanted something under his breath, and all of the women fell into a deep sleep. Tyrion was so angry that he took all of their lives that night, and bathed in their blood before hiding their bodies.
Four years later, Amara decided to expand the castle’s walls down by the river. As Amara was sitting in her study one foggy morning, one of the guards announced the builder Samuel. “Sorry to intrude Milady, but he says it’s important,” The guard told her. “Very well. Send him in,” Amara told the guard. He gave a bow before leaving the room and let Samuel in. “Mr. Samuel, what can I do for you,” Amara asked. “Milady! It’s just awful,” Samuel said frantically. Amara rose from her chair before she asked, “What is it? What’s awful!?” “Six-hundred women Milady! We found over six-hundred women!” Samuel barely managed to say before he fell to the floor in shock. Amara raced to the door and twisted the handle before she shouted for the maid to quickly bring her some water. Momentarily, the maid returned with a vase of water and handed it to Amara. “Thank you. That will be all,” Amara told the maid. She kneeled down by Samuel, and gently lifted his head and helped him drink the water. After he calmed down a bit, Amara asked him what he was talking about before he collapsed. “I bring some grave news Milady. Rather sad and horrible news really,” Samuel told her. “Go on. What is it? What has you so scared?” Amara asked. “Well. We were digging. Of course, we were digging,” Samuel began but Amara quickly interjected.
“Samuel, you’re rambling. Take a few deep breaths and then try to explain,” Amara soothed. “While we were digging, part of the ground gave way, and we recovered six-hundred bodies. All of which were women. It’s looked like it was a bloodbath Milady,” Samuel explained. “Six-hundred women!? That’s awful! Were you able to identify any of them so we may send word to their families? Those innocent women should be laid to rest as soon as possible!” Amara gasped. “I was able to identify only one of the women. I’m sad to say she was someone close to you. It looked as if she hasn’t been dead for that long though. I would say she passed away late last night, maybe early this morning,” Samuel told her. “Someone close to me? Who is she?” Amara asked. “I-I’m afraid it’s Lady Catelyn Milady!” Samuel sadly told her. “Lady Catelyn? Are you sure?” Amara asked downheartedly. “Take me to her,” Amara demanded. Samuel gave a nod in agreement, and the two headed out of the castle. Momentarily, they arrived by the river. Amara gasped in shock to see all of the lifeless corpses laid in a row on the riverside, and her only hope is for someone to identify them. “Over there Milady!” Samuel said as he gestured for Amara to follow him. She followed him until he came to a sudden stop by a beautiful patch of wildflowers. “I think whoever did this favored Lady Catelyn,” Samuel told her.
“What makes you think that?” Amara asked curiously. “Well….because he buried her near the waterfall and her body was placed in the middle of this patch of wildflowers. After all, this is a very romantic spot. I think whoever did this was planning to propose, or maybe even confessed his love for her. Perhaps she rejected him and he became angry with her?” Samuel told her. Amara slowly pushed passed him so she could get a better look at Lady Catelyn. She knelt down slowly at the sight of her best friend who appears to be sleeping. “Oh my dear sweet friend,” Amara said as tears slid down her rosy cheeks. “Who did this to you?” Amara asked Catelyn’s lifeless corpse. She grabbed Catelyn’s hand, and flashes or memories of what happened before her life came to a horrific end came to her. Catelyn and her lover followed the river north, and as they walked along she would collect a wildflower or two that sparked her interest. As they came upon a bend in the river, the rushing of water could be heard not far off. The banks of the river were filled with wildflowers of every color imaginable, and soon a great waterfall stood before them in the distance. Its rushing water crashing into the large rocks below it, made the scenery surreal, and she drew in her breathe at the captivating sight. Her lover edged his hand toward hers ever so slightly, until she felt his fingertips brush her hand. She unfurled her fingers and let his entwine around hers until she could feel the heat of his palm pressed against her own.
Catelyn’s long blonde hair glistened in the moonlight as it swayed back and forth at her waistline. The cool midnight breeze brushed against her porcelain skin as the young man turned towards her and tenderly grabbed her waist. “Let’s stop here for just a moment,” Amara heard a familiar voice ask in her vision. He kissed her softly as her fingers entwined in his hair when he suddenly stops, leaving her yearning for more. As Catelyn opened her eyes and locked them on her male companion, Amara could see his face for the very first time through the eyes of her best friend. Facing her lover, Tyrion took a knee before he took her hands in his. “Lady Catelyn, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. You’re beautiful, kind, caring, and special in every way imaginable. I’m forever yours just as you are forever mine. Will you marry me?” Tyrion asked. Catelyn gasped with disbelief, “I-I’m sorry, but I can’t marry you. I’m betrothed to another. I didn’t intend to fall in love with you, it just sort of happened.” Tears welled up in Tyrion’s eyes as he heard her say those words. “How can you say that? I’ve been courting you for quite some time now. Why didn’t you tell me this sooner!?” he said angrily. “My father only informed me about my betrothal yesterday. I just didn’t know how to break the news to you. I tried to get him to see just how much we love each other, but he just wouldn’t listen to me,” she replied in sadness.
Rage took over the sadness, and without warning, Tyrion shoved Catelyn to the ground before shouting and cursing at her, “You little harlot! What is with all of you so called women!? Every time I get close to one of you, I get the end of the shaft! All of you floozies are all the same! Take what you can get from a good man and then leave them! Well, I’m done being the good guy, you can bet on that!” “B-But I-” Catelyn began but Tyrion quickly interjected. “There’s nothing you can possibly say to excuse your behavior!” he yelled before he grabbed her by her hair and jerked her off the ground and brought her body close to him. He then spun her around and grabbed her arms firmly before he continued to yell, “Catelyn, I loved you. You were my one true love and you ruined everything!” Tears pored from her eyes before she replied, “Is this the way you treat the one you love? If this is love I don’t want it! I can see why Amelia left you!” Tyrion slid his sword from its’ sheath before yelling once more, “I’ve had enough of your nonsense! You want to be with him, then so be it! If I can’t have you, then no one can!” Tyrion then slid the blade into her stomach and shoved her down to the ground before he fed on her and drained all of her blood.”
“That’s awful Daddy! Did Amara find her brother and punish him for what he did to all of those poor women!?” I sadly ask. Richard sighs before saying, “Yes she did, and that’s why she created the other side.” “I noticed you said he fed on her. Was he a vampire? How did Amara find out Tyrion killed the rest of those women?” I ask curiously. Shaking his head Richard replies, “No he wasn’t. He was turned years earlier by his wife who was a Lanterian. Amara found out he was the one preying on women by touching them and seeing their last memories.” Gasping Charlotte says, “I-I had no idea. I heard this story before, but I was told it was just a story and Amara was just a myth!” “Well, she’s far from a myth! Now that you opened the veil, you not only let us out but every other supernatural being as well as Amara and Tyrion! Who knows what kind of havoc he will cause, and she won’t rest until her brother is back where he belongs!” Richard explains. “I wouldn’t have opened the veil, but your grand-daughter needs help! She said you told her if we open the veil you would know what to do!” Charlotte informs. Richard sighs in disbelief, “I have been watching over my family, but I haven’t talked to anyone. It’s Morgana! She has the ability to disguise herself and make you see what you want to see. Take us to our grand-daughter, and we’ll see what we can do to help.” Charlotte gives a nod and teleports the five of them to little Juliana’s room.
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Blue Haven Castle by lmfordham (Me)