I knelt beside my bed, hands pressed together, praying for the Gods make my parents death quick and painless. I wanted my parents death so intensely, so long had I dreamed of this day. It may seem selfish of me to be asking for this, but it had been nearly four years since I'd set foot beyond these walls and my patience had long since worn thin. I did not asked to be born cursed. It was simply the fate I had been given and I blamed no one, not even the goddess Cailleach Bheur who placed this curse upon me.
When I was no more than a child, my mother would tell me a story; the tale of a brave and noble King set off on a journey, a pilgrimage to find the Holy Spring of Coventina. According to our lore, Coventina's sacred waters held the secret …show more content…
Of course, I had no Idea why I needed to be locked away from the world either. Though now I know. I know that I am the reincarnation of the Goddess Coventina and that I only have eighteen years of life. Well, two years and seven weeks actually. I tried to wrap my head around my fate over the course of my confinement and I've had many questions. Most of which have been dismissed. When I asked why can't go out and look for my destined one I remember the look of utter horror that painted my mothers' face.
"No Calden! I cannot even think of a boy of your noble blood mixing with one of our common folk. I've already had troops survey all neighboring kingdoms for those of royal heritage who might be a candidate. Unfortunately no one seemed to have matched." She sighed, sounding exasperated. My father just nodded in agreement, silent man that he was.
I was about to interject, ask what was more important; my life or my nobility when a realization shocked me silent. My parents would rather have me dead than dirty our royal blood.
It was that night that I first prayed for my parents death and after four years, my prays were finally being answered. My brow dripped with sweat, dampening the curled golden crown that sat atop my head. My breathing was becoming haggard as I tried my best to collect myself. Excitement and worry were pouring out of me as I lay my head back on the soft velvet
When I was no more than a child, my mother would tell me a story; the tale of a brave and noble King set off on a journey, a pilgrimage to find the Holy Spring of Coventina. According to our lore, Coventina's sacred waters held the secret …show more content…
Of course, I had no Idea why I needed to be locked away from the world either. Though now I know. I know that I am the reincarnation of the Goddess Coventina and that I only have eighteen years of life. Well, two years and seven weeks actually. I tried to wrap my head around my fate over the course of my confinement and I've had many questions. Most of which have been dismissed. When I asked why can't go out and look for my destined one I remember the look of utter horror that painted my mothers' face.
"No Calden! I cannot even think of a boy of your noble blood mixing with one of our common folk. I've already had troops survey all neighboring kingdoms for those of royal heritage who might be a candidate. Unfortunately no one seemed to have matched." She sighed, sounding exasperated. My father just nodded in agreement, silent man that he was.
I was about to interject, ask what was more important; my life or my nobility when a realization shocked me silent. My parents would rather have me dead than dirty our royal blood.
It was that night that I first prayed for my parents death and after four years, my prays were finally being answered. My brow dripped with sweat, dampening the curled golden crown that sat atop my head. My breathing was becoming haggard as I tried my best to collect myself. Excitement and worry were pouring out of me as I lay my head back on the soft velvet