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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter XII | Third Eye

Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII

Word Count: 5,114

Warnings: None.

A sudden pulse like a solid punch to the chest ferociously yanked Ceres from her meditation.

Taking her breath away, leaving her in a heavy pant.

She clutched her chest in slight fear by the random sensation. Cautiousness and curiosity filled her mind.

She had never felt such a reaction from her daily routine. Especially since her meditation period was meant to keep her emotions at bay. Or risk her Third Eye leveling the entire kingdom.

The stress of a Queen was not like any other.

Once she began to catch her composure, Ceres examined the bruise upon her chest.

Despite the light pain it caused, somehow it was...heartwarming.

What about this particular spot made her feel such a nurturing acceptance toward the impact?

As she scoured her memories to learn what the great Ramuh was trying to tell her, the only one she could pinpoint was one day some years ago...

...a gentle presence gracefully resting upon her breast...

...it was the day she lost...

“Muerlin...!”

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The Stormsender’s Daughter | Chapter II | Fit For A King

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“GAH! THAT WRETCHED BRAT!”, a heavily injured Chief Besithia raged at the sight of his destroyed laboratory as well as a decent portion of the facility. Muerlin certainly did a number on this place. Literally a third of it was flat against the snow burying many of its residents let alone billions of gil worth of equipment. “She will pay for this....I will bring that girl to her knees”, he continued envisioning tearing Muerlin’s tiny throat out with his large fist. The chancellor, as calm and collective as eve, examined the damage. “Now now, just a slight delay...nothing we cannot fix”. The ruined facility wasn’t much of a concern to him. He just witnessed the magnificence of his future bride and her divine power. All he was concerned over was retrieving her. The Chief knew this and it annoyed him slightly. “Tck...his radiance will not be pleased by this ‘slight delay’”, Besithia added expressing his irritation. He had every right to be. The Emperor would probably have his head. Iedolas Aldercapt didn’t really participate in much of anything, but he pretty much had a leash on every commanding officer in Niflheim short of Ardyn, and when he received word that not only did one of Besithia’s experiments temporarily put one of his facilities out of commission, but she also escaped...he was going to be anything, but pleased. “I’m sure I can assuage his excellency one way or another”, Ardyn affirmed with confidence. “Even so”, Besithia still impatient to capturing Muerlin, “the Pythoness must be intercepted and we can’t risk a worldwide investigation. It could spark...unwanted attention”. The chancellor smiled toward his concerned friend, “not to worry, dear friend, she will return to us in due time...on her own shortcomings. The Stormsender’s Daughter can’t hide in the shadows forever”, his eyes widened slightly with evil intent, “...but that doesn’t mean we can’t give her a little push”. Besithia smirked at his friend’s logic. He was right. The Pythoness was going to pay.

Meanwhile in Willownoire...

The sun peered into the windows of the homes throughout the sleeping kingdom. Mother’s and father’s snuggled their children close after soothing their nightmares from the previous night. The stray coeurl pups nuzzled against their mother’s firm bodies still pleasantly dreaming. Even the great behemoths spent their mornings prowling for their next meal, disturbing the fish within the clear lagoon. So gentle, so peaceful. “Your Majesty”, a light voice interrupted the tranquil daydream of Willownoire’s king. King Silvanus Zephyr CXIII turned his head slightly in indication of his attention to his servant, Leira. “My apologizes...you asked me to inform you upon King Regis’ arrival”, the elderly woman softly stated to the troubled king. “Yes...thank you, Leira”, the king kindly replied to the woman. She graced him with a smile and a light bow before exiting the room. Regis Lucis Caelum, King of Lucis, was a dear friend of the Zephyr’s. He rarely got to travel to Willownoire due to imperial watch. Though there were times he could sneak past the empire’s defenses. Thankfully, this was one of those times. Silvanus reached out to his friend recently as a personal favor. Usually most forget that even a king needs a friendly ear every now and again. Silvanus exited his quarters to meet his old friend by the hidden garden behind the kingdom. It was only accessible to a Zephyr. After all, it was Asteria’s favorite place to play. “Blessed be the Stars”, Silvanus shouted pleasants toward the Lucian king,“King Regis...as I live and breathe”. Regis chuckled at his friend’s dramatic greeting. They have sent many letters back and forth over the years. He was also aware that he was coming that day. “Spare me, you old fool”, the Lucian joked as he embraced his friend with a hug. “Have you been in good health?”, Silvanus patted his friend’s shoulder. “Quite so”. Regis nodded. “I can tell. You have a glow”, Silvanus gestured toward the Lucian king’s pale cheeks, illuminated by the morning sun, as he walked past him toward the garden. Regis shook his head with a chuckle at his friend as he followed his lead. He seemed in high spirits despite his seemingly desperate plea for his aid though he could tell there was something off. As they entered the garden, Silvanus’ smile dissipated. Protected by the cerulean hedges and their crystallized roses, he proceeded to divulge his emotions to his trusted friend. Luckily, Regis was already aware of what ailed him. “I can feel the weight of your guilt”, Regis softly yet firmed stated to his friend. A slight chuckle escaped Silvanus’ throat, “is it that obvious?”, the Willownoirian sighed in defeat. “You forget, I am also a father...”. There was not much else needed to be said that hadn’t been said or thought already. How could he do it? How could he give away his little girl? HIS DAUGHTER. The Astrals would be ashamed of him. WERE ashamed of him. Any father would be ashamed of him. Silvanus perched onto a marble bench lightly throwing his head back toward the sunlit sky. Hot tears forming in his violet eyes. Exhaling slowly, he opened his eyes letting his tears fall down the side of his face. “I betrayed her...”, the king spoke, his words shaky with grief and heartbreak. His friend joining him on the bench looking to the large pond in front of them. Watching the koi frolic under the surface. “Willownoire has survived under the shadow of the empire for decades...my father before me, his father...his father”. Regis shifted his gaze to his freind with a forwarded brow, curious as to where he was going with this. “...all strong willed men...all made their share of sacrifices”. “But not at their children’s expense”, Regis barked. Silvanus gritted his teeth at his friend’s comment. It was a low blow, but he knew he was right. He allowed his family to be divided out of his fear for his kingdom. He allowed his own flesh and blood to be taken from his grasp knowing full well he would possibly never get to hold her again. “Even the Fulgerian himself never would’ve done such a deed. We all know the legends”, Regis continued in a firm tone. “A King is bestowed his duty upon the day of his birth. It is his destiny. A father’s duty is bestowed upon the birth of his child. It is his privilege...and his legacy”. Silvanus taking in his friend’s words lowered his gaze to the pond. “How is the young prince?” “Noctis is well...”, the Lucian looked toward his ring of the old kings with a heavy anguish. Silvanus placed friendly a hand onto his friend’s shoulder. “The Chosen King will find his way”, Silvanus smiled to the Lucian. He did not have to explain. The young prince, Noctis Lucis Caelum, was destined to be the Chosen King prophesied to sacrifice himself to save Eos in the distant future. His son....destined to die. A burden his the Lucian king was not fully prepared to face. Regis nodded in gratitude at his the Willownoirian King’s gesture. Of course he understood. After all, his daughter was the Pythoness. Harboring half white and black magic. Half daemon. Destined to be despised by most. Destined to be alone. “...and the Pythoness will find peace”, Regis reassured his dear friend. Silvanus patted the Lucian’s shoulder. He shifted his gaze toward the sky, a gleam in his eye. For the first time in 5 years, Silvanus Zephyr was at true peace.

As the afternoon sun settled into the sky, King Regis had departed Willownoire to return to Insomnia. King Silvanus retreated toward his palace, his gaze hung low in deep thought. “Silvy...”, snapped back to reality by the soft, yet stern voice, he smiled sweetly to his beloved Ceres, his Queen. “Don’t you get tired of always brooding about? The citizens are starting to think we’re no fun”, she joked with a smirk. Hands placed firmly upon her hips. The king chuckled, “we cannot have that can we?” “No, we most certainly cannot. Not while my reputation hands in the balance”. Silvanus playfully rolled his eyes. Suddenly this was about her. “Imagine if the whole kingdom found out I was married to such a stiff? I’d be ruined!” “Well, I apologize for inconveniencing you, your Majesty”, the King dramatically joked with a bow. “As you should. No way will I let this kingdom think the Zephyr’s aren’t fun, for I, sir, am VERY fun”. “That you are, my love”. Satisfied, Ceres smiled and proceeded to head back into the palace. Her king following beside her. “So, how was the mighty King of Lucis?”, Ceres asked in a cheerful tone. She missed Regis’ company greatly, but was far too busy to take the time out of her daily commute. “Very well. He sends his regards”. She lightly giggled. “...and young Noctis?” She looked toward her king with slightly worried eyes. “I’m sure he is alright...he has Regis as a father after all”, he reassured his queen with a large smile. Ceres chuckled at her husband’s playfulness though she still seemed bothered. “They ought to be the same age...”, she whispered. The king’s heart cracked at his wife’s sorrowful tone. Ceres was the radiant star that lit up the darkness that brewed in his since he lost Muerlin, but he sometimes forget that while he wallowed for his sins as her father, Ceres was her mother. Silvanus wasn’t the only one who lost something those 5 years ago. “Yes...which means once this is all over, they can rule together against the empire. Hand in hand”. Ceres raised a confused eyebrow at her husband whom had an unfamiliar look of determination on his face. Against...the empire? Was he thinking....no..that’s ridiculous. ....isn’t it? Silvanus felt his queen’s stare and despite her general sprightly nature, she worried for his well-being. He was very stubborn and prideful, and still, after all these years, refused to deliberately give into his sorrows to his wife. Or “display weakness” as he called it. “Hey...”, Ceres softly addressed her husband placing a firm hand upon his chest stopping him in his tracks. She stepped in front of him leaning against her king’s heart, meeting his gaze with undying love and devotion. The man melted into her glittery blue eyes. “I know you’re not going to tell me everything and you don’t have to...”, the woman delicately spoke, “but...just remember...we’re a team...and whatever path you take, I will be right by your side...always”. Dearest Ceres, she always knew exactly what to say to mend her husband’s broken heart. He smiled at his beloved wife, gently placing his large hands upon her angelic face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. She reached up gently clutching onto her husband’s wrist, a light smile upon her lips. “Ceres...”, he whispered to his love. “Yes?” Their faces mere inches from one another. “...you think I’m fun, right?” The queen scoffed playfully slapping her husband’s hand away before hastily retreating to the palace. “Idiot”. Silvanus chuckled chasing after his love. “Ceres, c’mon! Don’t you think I’m fun?” “No, but your son does. Why don’t you go bug him for a while?”, she gingerly waved her husband away. Silvanus stopped in the foyer, his wife continued on. “I love you!”, he shouted after her, the servants smiling at their banter. “You better!”, she replied with a chuckle, turning slightly and winking at her husband with a grin. With that, the king made his way to the right hallway. Who says the king of Willownoire was no fun?

“Wow...that’s really good”, Lord Ein, the eldest of the Zephyr children, chuckled at his younger brother, Taron’s, tower of building blocks. “Thanks”, the 4 year old said as he grabbed a green block from aside his brother. “What’s it supposed to be?”, the elder brother asked shifting to the side slightly so the boy could reach his remaining blocks. “A castle”, he answered gleefully, grabbing two more. “A castle? Who lives there?” He grabbed a few of his action figures to sit in front. “You...me...daddy...mommy...Gaea...Heira”, he listed as his grabbed one more sitting it in the middle. “Who’s that?”, Ein gestured to the mysterious figurine. “That’s Muerlin”, the boy answered looking at his brother with a duh expression. Ein looked at the four year old in slight shock, but refrained from questioning him further. “Right. Of course, it is....Muerlin”. Taron was born a year after Muerlin was taken, but it couldn’t be anymore normal to the naive boy. Ein on the other head had a more difficult time just accepting it. After all, he was there. He remembers it like it was yesterday. 10 years old, sweating bullets as he heard his mother’s blood curdling shrieks from outside her bedroom. A young maid being escorted out and vomiting on the stain glass floors. 4 hours of continuous panic until he heard his infant sister’s subtle cries. Leira finally granting them and Gaea access to view the small bubblefaced baby with short silver hair...only to watch her be taken away 14 hours later. Completely helpless. If only he could’ve stopped them....if only.... An abrupt knock on the prince’s door brought him out of his thoughts. “It’s open”, he replied granting his father’s entry. “Well, well would you look at this?!”, Silvanus enthusiastically exclaimed toward his sons. “Hi, dad”, Ein greeted his father with a chuckle. “Now what have we here- WAIT! Don’t tell me....ummmmm”, the king joked with his youngest son who giggled at his gesture. “It’s a castle!” “A castle! Of course! And is your brother helping you?” “No!”, Taron turns toward Ein with a smirk, “he’s just sitting there watching like a dope”. “Hey...you said you didn’t want me to help”, Ein protested. “I don’t because it’s mine”. The 4 year old satisfied with his logic continued with his masterpiece as Ein rolled his eyes and stood up approaching his father who was chuckling at his youngest son’s retort. “Funny...you were just like him back in the day”, he teased the collective young man. “Tch..yeah, right”. Ein crossed his arms watching the boy play. “I saw King Regis here earlier...by the garden”. The king shifted his gaze to his inquisitive son. Ein was quite sharp...sometimes too much for his own good. “Yes...he and I had a little chat earlier”, Silvanus said in a lightened tone hoping to ease his son’s mind. “Don’t you think that’s a little risky? With the empire breathing down our necks and all...?”, Ein turned toward his father, a stern look in his eye. Ein had the means to be king someday, but was never very keen on the idea. “The empire should be the last of your worries”. “Because you’re the only one whose neck is on the line?”, Ein retorted sharply at his father. Silvanus couldn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong. “Taron’s never even met Muerlin...yet his mind is on her constantly. He thinks this is normal. That she’s just...on vacation or something. And who knows what Heira thinks?”, he stepped closer to his father, “what’re you going to tell them when she doesn’t come back?” Despite how much he wanted to deny it, his son had a point. To be honest, Silvanus was certain none of them would ever see Muerlin again...but negativity would get them nowhere. “That is not of true importance right now. What is is how deal with the empire”. Silvanus firm and poised watching his son frolic in naivety. “I will not serve them, dad...I don’t care of the consequences-”, Silvanus cut him off, in a relaxed tone, “you will not have to”. The prince turned toward his father, perplexed, “...what?” “You will not have to...”, the king met his son’s eye. “Willownoire will no longer live in the shadow of Niflheim. I cannot promise much...other than the fact that our people will prevail. Only with your help,” the king placed his hand upon the young prince’s shoulder, “...my son. Help me pave the way for your sister to follow and I promise you...Willownoire will prosper”. Ein was young, but he was sharp. Looking toward little Taron, he knew what his father was trying to tell him...and though it hurt, he knew it was his duty to aid the Pythoness. To aid his sister. He returned his gaze to his father and nodded, accepting his fate. Yes. Willownoire will prevail.

Meanwhile, on the southern side of the castle...

“Ow.......OW! Mom!” Ceres, startled by the sudden outburst looked down to see a frustrated Gaea, the second eldest of the Zephyr children, underneath rubbing the back of her head. “Oh, I’m sorry, dear”. “You need’a break?”, the 12 year old sighed, “I’m sure Heira would like a turn at the torture session”, the angsty pre-teen joked gesturing to the small girl playing on the sofa across from them. Heira was the youngest of the Zephyr children, only 2 years of age. “Now, now”, Ceres chuckled at the girl, “let your sister play. Besides, her hair is still fine since the last time I brushed it unlike someone’s”, the queen teased. “That’s because she doesn’t go anywhere”. “Or she just gets into less trouble”. Gaea huffed at her mother’s teasing and watched the child play. “I remember when you were that cute”, Ceres sighed jokingly antagonizing the fussy pre-teen. “I remember when there were only two of us”, she attempted to mumble under her breath only to receive a light smack to her cheek. “Simmer down, Squirrel Girl”, referring to Gaea’s chubby cheeks. “MOOOM! Ughhh!” Gara covers her cheeks with her hands. Ceres laughs at her daughter’s annoyance and gives one of her squirrel cheeks a loving kiss. Mmmmmwah. Little Heira, hearing the funny noise, giggled at her mother and sister revealing her nearly toothless smile. She places her tiny hands upon her cheeks squishing them imitating her big sister, but also crosses her eyes and sticking her tongue out making fart sounds. Ceres chuckles at her daughter’s humorous cuteness. Gaea on the other hand, rolls her eyes and shifts her gaze out the window. Silence invades the room for a moment. “What was King Regis doing here earlier?”, Gaea asks her mother, voice monotone. Ceres raises an eyebrow. She never expected her to be so observant. “Your father asked him here for a personal favor”. “Like what? Thinking of getting rid of Taron next?” The queen winced at her daughter’s question. Gaea protested Silvanus giving Muerlin away to the Nifs. She was only 7 years old when Muerlin was born. She was such a lively and eccentric child and was so excited about her little sister, but since that fateful day, her relationship with her father had strained. Taron was born only a year later. She wasn’t Ein, but she at least knew that her mom must have gotten pregnant right after Muerlin’s abduction. ...Then Heira only 2 years later. She loved her siblings, but couldn’t help but feel like her father was trying to replace the one he gave away to distract everyone from the fact that the empire had complete control over them. Most of Willownoire didn’t even know about Muerlin. Hell, pretty much all of Eos didn’t....but nobody cared because there was Taron and Heira. Like a Hydra. Cut off one head, two more grow in its place. “Your father wouldn’t do that...”, Ceres finally replied to her angry daughter. “Tch...he did it once”. “Gaea...”. “What makes you think he wouldn’t do it again?” “Gaea”. “Then you can have two more babies”. “GAEA!” Ceres shouted startling little Heira. The baby girl dropped her toys onto the floor and started to cry. Ceres rose from her chair, “oh dear...”, she whispered as she made her way to the crying 2 year old, cuddling her close to soothe her. “Shhh...mommy’s sorry, pumpkin. She didn’t mean to scare you”. Gaea stood from her seat and huffed as she exited the room not saying another word. Ceres was angry...but could she be really? She knew how losing Muerlin effected Gaea...and frankly, she understood. She never really expressed it, but she despised the empire and the destruction it brought to her family. Frankly, she was sick of it. Enough was enough.

That night...

A dim azure flame flickers in the fireplace of the king and queen’s chambers where Silvanus is standing at his desk by the window. He stares intensely at a metal box with a crystal teardrop over the lock keeping it sealed. The only sound emitted in the room was the sparks of the fire. The king’s breathes were seemingly nonexistent. You would’ve believed his heart had stopped. Soon after Ceres entered the room, as lighthearted and cheery as ever, returning the king to the land of the living. She stretched. “Well, Heira and Taron are FINALLY asleep after 2 hours of storytime”, her cracking joints echoed through the otherwise quiet room. “Y’know, those two should read to me once in a while. It’ll be good practice for when I turn senile”. The king laughed at her joke. “...and Gaea?”, he asked meeting her gaze. “Oh, she’ll probably be home soon”, Ceres waved away at the question like it was nothing. Although her husband knew her better. He could hear the shakiness in his wife’s throat. He heard from one of the servants of the incident with Gaea earlier, but she clearly did not want to discuss it so he left it alone. Silvanus retreated from his desk and put out the fire letting the moon illuminate the room. He turned toward his bed to see Ceres sitting on the edge of her side staring toward the moon with her hands delicately placed in her lap. Silvanus approached the window, hands behind his back, to admire this glorious night. He released a sigh of satisfaction. “The moon is gorgeous tonight...the stars are chased silver”. A beautiful sight, indeed. The king was in pure bliss at the view. “Silver...”, his wife whispered, voice choked in her throat. He turned toward her noticing the tears flowing down her cheek glistening in the moonlight. “...like her hair”. Silvanus approached his wife, kneeling in front of her, and took her dainty hands into his own planting kisses onto them. He knew his wife went through hell to keep her composure these past five years. If anyone deserved a moment to cry, it was her. “I never got to hear her call me “mother”....never got to soothe her from her nightmares....tell her that there was no such thing as the boogie man....that last one would’ve been a lie because we let him take her away”. Her voice grew angry. Silvanus looked up to see her blue eyes begin to twitch. “We let him take her....”, he felt a low roar in the room. “Ceres”. “We let him....”, the roar grew louder, items in the room began to shake. “...take her”. The shaking worsened, glass was knocked off of shelves, the chairs and tables began to levitate. “Ceres”. “We let him take her”, Ceres began to shout as various itens were thrown about the room. The bed was elevated slightly. “Ceres!” “NOOOO!”, she screamed cracking the window before her husband grabbed her face with both hands forcing her to meet his gaze. The abrupt disturbance put her panic at rest before everything in the room was settled and silences was emitted once again. The woman relaxing into the man’s arms as he whispered sweet sentiments to her cooling her off. “...this needs to stop”, the queen finally speaks in a pant. Silvanus shot his wife a surprised face. “The empire...our family can’t bare this any longer....we need her....I need my little girl”, the queen sobbed. Silvanus clutching her trembling body against his chest, “she will come...the empire cannot fight the storm forever...we will pave the road for her to take...”. “No matter the consequence...”, the queen added. “No matter where she may go...the Pythoness will come home...and we will be waiting”.