The Eyes of Sapphire

Intro

The clashing of Sicilian blades forged from the great immaculate heavens, were sent down as heirlooms from our ancestors to protect our lands and to conquer the vast seas.

It carried massive powers for those destined to wield it.

Over many years, I have dreamed of nothing more than this day.

A day where I can fully use my full strength of powers and not be afraid/ not be afraid of fighting for the things that I hold dear to my heart.

I unmasked everything that I was once told to hide, and I roamed the battlefield with both love and hate upon my shoulders without the concern for death.

I learned that living was way more frightening than death through all of my journey.

I learned to master the ability to wield both love and hate, and win with the strength that it provided.

“Siberia, what do you say? Are you ready, girl?” Siberia roared as loud as lightning.

I believed that even our ancestors heard her.

“My beloved King, King Yonas, Are you ready to ride forever along side me?”

With his blade of impenetrable steel, he ascending into the sky and charged into the vast battlefield with eyes of glory.

With every thrust of his blade, I felt the loved that he carried for me in his heart.

A love that can never rupture nor tarnish.

With his love, I evolved into something way more powerful than the legends had translated.

The great power upon my wings came with vengeance, but also with love.

We fight together and we will die together.

The Beginning

The King and Queen of Shura, a beautifully rich land known for honor and valor sits my mother Queen Mikkeline and my Father King Azar.

For many years, at least, I thought my father was the man who cradled me in his arm until the tears were no more, but one day the reality of who I was came to surface and created a spark that could never be returned.

My mother is from a land known for their beauty, charm, and long beautiful hair/ The Kingdom of Crown.

Their hair gave them strength beyond measure and once cut their power would vanish.

My father, King Azar, was the heir who received the throne through his bravery and feity to his father whom conquered many territories that were impenetrable.

I have three older siblings who I love dearly Prince Zander, Prince Liam, and Princess Kira.

Every true born was blessed by the gods with a familiar who protect their masters.

There is a legend of a unique few who possesses the power of their familiars, but there have been many many moons, in which, I have never seen that has happened.

It is also legend that the ones who can truly possess that power will become like a god.

The love that created them is the love that will give them everything that they desire.

They call these unique beings the eyes of sapphire.

My father became distant as I grew older, the love he once shared change dramatically, and I never knew why exactly.

I craved his attention like horses thirst for water after a long journey, but I never ever received it again.

I internalized my cravings into anger and learned everything I needed to know about diplomacy and war.

I was trained by the prestigious great warriors, Safaria and her husband Commander Igor who fought along side my maternal grandfather, King Negasi.

My grandfather was known for his strategic war strategies, in which he conquered many lands, and had a charm that could persuade the evilest of hearts.

He lived until he was nine hundred and sixty. His most prized possession, his charm, killed him in the end.

I was only twelve years old when I mastered all that the great warriors had to teach me, but there was still anger that I could not control/ anger that could kill many, including myself.

My familiar Siberia came to me when I was five years of age, which was not normal in the world of Shura/ with every true blood a familiar is born, and their bonding ceremony is performed shortly after.

When I first touched her, I felt her power transfer into mine/ her eyes turn blue as sapphire and a symbol that covered my entire sleeve appeared upon me.

As my mother saw my eyes turn along with Siberia’s, she quickly captured me and with her powers, put me in a state of sleep.

Our bond was the bond of the legends. With all secretcy, she kept it from my father and reminded me that if anyone knew our secret that I would be killed.

She always dressed me in clothing that covered my markings. Later on in that year, our powers grew sufficiently, out of fear my mother hearkened me to an ancient one, who deactivated a portion of me and Siberia’s powers.

Unfortunately, this was also done at the moment of my birth, in which, I do not remember.

During the time of my sixteen birthday, my powers grew even stronger and could not be deactivated anymore.

It was uncontrollable. It was almost as if the more they tried to contain it, the more powerful it became.

I overhead my father and mother arguing as I approached the crack of their bedroom chambers, broken glass and residue from my mother’s powers were all significantly seen.

There were lustrous strands of my mother’s locs lying there on the bedroom floor with her tears and her power lying there right beside them.

My mother’s familiar, Mazzi, was locked inside a magical cage that she could not escape/ guarded by my father’s familiar, King Zed.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My father had warned her that if she doesn’t send me away soon that he would kill me and Siberia.

Even though my mother tried her hardest to cover up my abilities, my father always suspected something.

I still did not understand the nature of what was being revealed to me.

Awakened

Siberia sensed that I was in danger and took me away to a land called Ragar.

I suspected that my mother had a plan all along. A plan that would reveal who I was.

The kingdom Of Ragar was distinctive in nature. I had never seen anything like it, however, it was extraordinarily divine.

The people of the villages had wings and beautiful blonde hair with dark skin.

As we reached the King’s Palace, there stood the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.

His wings were pure gold and his attire was that of a man of leadership and honor.

His familiar was twice the size of any familiar I had ever seen. There standing beside him stood a man of even higher power than that of his.

I couldn’t help the magnetic pull that I felt as I got closer to them both.

As we walked through the crowd, Siberia and I, the people of Ragar shattered.

It had been years since my eyes turned, and I could not understand out of all these years this would be the day it glowed again.

Within a instant, the King of Ragar flew by me and Siberia’s side and with the touch of his hands he lifted a spelled that was given to me at birth.

I supposed that he already knew what spell it was. Seemingly, he knew more about me and Siberia than I ever did.

My eyes grew brighter and the power inside of me grew stronger, there were something growing out of my scapula that felt like pure death/ wings of extraordinary strength.

I had been in pain all of these years, not knowing, that the fangs that were hidden were very deadly.

Siberia grew three times her size almost as big as the King’s familiar, that out of nowhere appeared in front of me.

“I am King Calix and Zoya you are my daughter.”

My heart was in agony all over again because all that I thought that I knew was only an illusion of what I wanted to believe.

I believed for so many years that my father hated me, but the man who cradled me in arms was the man standing before me now.

I knew it was all true.

The End

Years later, King Azar declared war upon my father’s kingdom and this was the beginning of my war/ the beginning of my legacy.

I will protect those that I love, and I will punish the man who destroyed my mother’s legacy.