PROLOGE
"There's nothing here for me..." The man mumbled, standing in the doorway of a small hovel. He was tall for his time and age, six foot to be exact. Hair as black as night, fiery eyes, and an attitude to match. Fair pale skin, in the dirty ripped, peasent clothing he seemed far out of place. Some torn, grey pants, seemily ground in with grime and dirt coverd his legs and waist. No more then weak cloth boots clung to his dirty, tired feet. His grey cloth shirt and cloak stuck to his torso, drenched in sweat.
A woman was sprawled on the dirt floor. Her bright eyes and smooth face were tired and filled with sorrow. Her long black hair brushed aginst her tear stained face, clinging to the clean areas where the tears had washed the dirt away. "You can't leave us..what about your son...Your family...Job..What about me! Traevn think of us...Please don't go..We can't survive without you.." she wailed, springing off the floor and into Traevn's arms.
He held her for a moment, smelling her and kissing her head before pushing her back onto the floor. As she hit the ground dirt sprang into the air. The small fire seemed dimmer, but traevn's eyes burned brightly as he glared at her, "Wench...." He turned and strutted out from the hovel, the flimys cloth door falling back into place, letting a few drops of rain inside. The cold quickly swept inside, and then back out with the bit of heat from the fire.
Crying and sobbing the woman walked back towards the fire place. Light danced over a small basket sitting in the corner. A small lump under a bit of blankets moved. The woman stuck her hands into the basket and pulled a bundle out, holding it close to her chest. A small grugling sound soon was followed with a slight giggling as she pulled the blankets away. A small baby appeared. A tuft of silky black hair, electric blue eyes, and soft skin, he was the cleanest person in the village.
"My boy..My sweet poor boy.." The woman said as she sat on a groaning stool. Rocking back and forth slowly she stroaked his hair, "We'll show him..We'll be ok...My son..You'll see..I promise..Travis.." She sat there as the fire burned slowly, soon falling asleep herself, but never letting the child move an inch from her arms. As the rain poured outside the child yawned and soon followed his mother into sleep. Not understanding he was now the only one to take care of his young mother.
Even in the dark stormy night, there were those who need not worry about the harsh cold. One of these people was a small girl, newborn actually. She was surrounded by stonewalls, guards, servents, and royalty. Ths child was the new princess of the small kingdom that her father had taken over. Laying in a small crib her mother stared down at her, smiling proudly and stroaking her hair. Her father, stood in the doorway, scowling, for he had wanted a son.
The child was wrapped in warm, woolen blankets. Her bright green eyes stared up at her mother. Extending her arms out she chooed softly. As fire light danced over her mother's face she began to giggle and tried to each for the light. Her mother softly petted her hed then left, smiling the whole time. As the small girl batted at the blankets covering her, her eye-lids soon grew heavy and she fell asleep.
