Far from the knowledge and the existence of humans, there is a land of all enchanted creatures, in which thought only existed in children's visual media and folk stories. The Enchanteria is thought to only exist in majestically wonderful dreams, but little did they know that the denizens themselves have dreams of their own, peacefully living with each other.
It's a cold midwinter night, inside of one of the kingdom's castles were two dames serving the new part of the Haneulean royal bloodline of Paran; three cream-shaded, shell-covered seeds about a size of an ostrich egg temporarily mimicking the womb of their respective biological mothers. The current Queen of Haneul couldn't conceive her own and couldn't marry, so the said seeds are chosen from a prayer and three drips of her blood, and sent by special breed of butterflies to choose a conceiving family. It has been said that these seeds may from an ordinary Enchanterian, a noble, a goddess, or even a human being even the occurences are rare.
Gentle and careful of these seeds not to break inside their cradle, the two dames had a little chitchat. "Wouldn't be a great thought to have your child chosen to be the next heir of Haneul, or more accurately, of all Enchanteria?" one of them uttered whilst giving one of the seeds a gentle touch.
Her fellow dame shushed her, signalized to not demand and be thrived by desire. "None of these children wanted to be the heir, their freedom as an ordinary Enchanterian was exhanged without their knowledge."
"Oh right... but wouldn't be nice to have the power acquired at birth?" the first dame asked curiously. "The whole Enchanteria will fear you, for there is a prophecy foretold before these seeds were taken out of their mothers' wombs."
The second dame frowned and glared at her suspiciously. "Prophecy? What do you mean?"
The first dame glared back. "You didn't know?" In which the second dame answered a straightforward "No".
The first dame gave a long expelled sigh from her chest, starting the explanation; "The priestess told us in the mass last night that one of these children will make the kingdom even more thriving than it is right now. Treason of any kind during their reign will be punished by the cosmic forces themselves."
"I mean, we already have the law for treason, and is punishable by death." the second dame answered confusingly.
"Yes. But the priestess told us that the child would soon be the de facto ruler of either or both Lupterria and Turagatan, so the punishment would be much worse." the first dame answered in detail.
"Do you really think that will happen? Some priestesses' prophecies don't really happen." the second dame confidentally assured.
"But this time, it was a warning." the first dame's voice went low, almost whispery.
"Huh? From who?" the second dame questioned. Her eyes filled with curiousity as she felt her heart beating faster, she wouldn't like the next thing she'd hear.
"The first Fairy, Her Highness Andromeda."
Before the second dame could give any reactions, she noticed the left seed was starting to crack, but strangely, there wasn't any blinding glow of any kind to symbolize the need for a priestess blessing, and it was cracking open quite fast as well. They knew what this indicates, so without further ado, they rushed to call the queen for such announcement. Upon reaching the shell-filled cradle, the queen gazed onto an unusual child, having its first cry. She held the gentle creature onto her arms, and decided to keep such precious being. She also decided to hide its identity to everyone else, for she thought that the said child in her arms would be the greatest ruler foretold by the prophecy, and had sworn to train them. But little did she knew, that it wouldn't be the first child cracked itself open, but one of the uncracked ones.
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