Her Birth

Inside the temple at the top of a mountain in the City of Dawn, cries of a lady is filling the walls inside. The priestess' are running around to get the tools and things needed for the lady, who is about to give birth.

Some are worried, but most of them are excited. They are praying and wishing for the child in her mother's womb to come out healthy. The baby, is going to be their new queen, she chosen by the Gods, blessed with good fortune, and the new hope of Vexlhor, the City of Dawn.

The people of their country are praying and wishing for a healthy baby. It was an unusual quiet night, but it was peacefully silent and filled with the unity of people. The current queen, Gilea, is kneeling in front of the crown's room, with hands folded together closely to her heart, head down and closed eyes. Her beautiful long dark blue hair that is almost midnight black, is flowing down that it reaches the floor. She is wearing a pure white dress, as the crown sitting atop of her head is emitting a faint glow.

Queen Gilea's beautiful appearance, is smiling. She prays for successor of the crown, the next queen, to be healthy and be filled with love, devotion and happiness from the people of her country. The new hope may be blessed, and live a life of peace.

The night slowly turns into dawn, and the baby's first cry was heard throughout the city. The Gods has bested them a gift to hear the blessed baby's first cry and that filled them happiness.

Sounds of cheers echoed through the city, that awoken the sleeping beasts and animals in the forest.

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Inside the palace of Scymn Grestt, the kingdom of the spirits, or spirits of magic. The king is overlooking at the sky. Witnessing how the night turned into dawn. A smile broke on his face, and he called his aid.

"Bring the gifts I have chosen to the City of Dawn. The new queen has now been born."

The aid bowed, with his right hand on his heart. "Yes, your majesty."

He watch the birds fly at the direction of Vexlhor. The world is giving a warm welcome to the new queen. A smile then appeared at his lips, and mysterious light flashed in his eyes.

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Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Harmony, Olvbein, the king was awoken by the sound of the animals and beasts singing.

He got up from his bed and looked at the sky from his window. The dawn is filled with birds flying at the direction of Vexlhor. His stoic face brightens in an instant.

"The new queen is born."

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In the world of Lei Zhytia, the City of Dawn is the most respected and known. From every tribes and small countries, to every kingdom and cities. For it is the only city ruled by a queen.

The only city that is unique from the others. For their queen is not chosen by blood, their queen is not given birth by the former. Their queen is chosen and blessed by the Gods. They were known and titled as the City of Dawn, because they are a city filled with hope, wishes and faith.

They do not depend on politics nor do they start a war or conflicts. They just have faith and they work hard for their queen, and for their country.

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Inside a beautiful and majestic carriage, is a lady that wears an elegant and simple dress. The crown on her head signifies her position and title.

The carriage moved steadily up to the temple, at the top of the mountain. As she reached it, she got down hurriedly yet gracefully. The priestess' bowed down to her as she walked herself to the room where the lady gave birth to the next queen is.

Lady Isabelle is tired and her eyes feels heavy. But the sound of her child's cry reverberated inside the temple. It gave her strength and it made her smile.

Her daughter, her child.

Her husband, Marquis Dante Velmere, came in as soon as his daughter's cry was heard. He first went to his wife who is currently in a weak state. He held her hand and kissed her knuckles.

He felt relieved now, he can't even imagine how painful it was for his wife. "Sleep now my wife, rest. I'll take care of our daughter."

His words felt like magic to her, as it brought her to sleep almost immediately. While he got up and walked towards her beautiful daughter. Her icy blue hair, almost silver caught his attention. She got her hair from her mother, and that made him smile.

When she opened her eyes, she has her his gray eyes. And she looks a lot like her mother, a perfect copy of his wife and it made him be filled with joy and content.

"Would you like to carry her, my lord?" The priestess ask him, as she slowly and carefully gave his daughter to him.

With careful and gentle arms, he held her. In his eyes, she is just his daughter and not the next queen. His tiny baby girl, is meant to be spoiled and pampered by him, her mother and her older brothers. She deserves all the love and care they, her family, can ever give.

"My daughter, you look so much like your mother." His daughter smiled as if she heard him. And gently, he planted a kiss on her forehead.

Then the door opened, the priestess' bowed, and so did he. But the queen raised her hand to stop them. Gently, she approached the Marquis, who's carrying his daughter.

"Your majesty"

"Marquis Velmere, how's lady Isabelle?" The queen's soft voice resounded, as the priestess' carefully took care of the sleeping Marquise who is currently resting on the bed.

The queen looked at the lady, and smiled before walking towards her. Gently, she wiped her sweat on her forehead. Then slowly, she placed her palms just above Lady Isabelle's chest. A faint golden glow appeared from her palm, and the light enveloped on Lady Isabelle.

Her face relaxed, and her breathing has smoothened and turned normal. The tiredness on her face is now gone and now replaced by a peaceful one. Marquis Velmere felt relieved, while he carefully held his daughter who's now fast asleep.

"As your wish, I'll let you give her, her second name. She will have your last name, until she becomes the queen."

He felt grateful. He knows well that it is the rule of Vexlhor that the current queen will have to name the next queen. It's his wish, for his daughter to be named by him. Their sons have been named by his wife, and he will name their daughter. That has always been his and his wife's wish. He's really thankful for the queen to grant them their selfish request.

"Thank you, your majesty."

"You are very welcome, Dante. Now, what's her name?"

He was in deep thought, but he already has a name for his precious daughter. He came up with it, the moment he discovered that it will be a daughter.

"Phelice, her name is Phelice."

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From far away, the man with golden hair as the sun open his beautiful silver eyes. He felt it, he felt her. He got up immediately and tried to sense her, he didn't mind his wounds and the blood that's seeping out from it.

His injured body tried very hard to get up and sense her. When he did, a smile appeared on his lips. The first smile that hanged on his lips after his long, long wait. Finally, his wishes was heard. His hope is finally born.

He wanted to get up and find her right then, but his injured body stopped him from doing so. So without a choice, he closed his eyes to rest. Leaving a promise to find her the moment his body can. "Wait for me, my love, wait for me."