Once upon a time, in a faraway land kingdom there lived a king and a queen who longed to have child. For many years they waited, but to no avail. That was until the desperate queen resorted to desperate measures.


Rosette lifted her head to gaze into the setting sun. From the darkening streets of her kingdom she watched a mother herd a pair of young children into a thatched roof house. Smoke rose gently from the chimneys of the houses, twirling gently and making ghostly images in the autumn air. Sighing, Rosette looked away, unable to take any more. Every night she watched as the peasant mothers and fathers gathered their children into their houses, to sit down to a meager meal and perhaps listen to a story. And every night Rosette had to turn away, the aching of her heart begging to be healed. And every morning Rosette rose to greet the sun, mournfully and sadly.

She shut the lace curtains, shutting out the last cheerful strains of laughter and the reprimanding calls of the mothers. She stared gloomily at the dark wooden floors when a timid knock came upon the door. "Your majesty?" questioned a soft feminine voice through the door. The small maid that had been dozing in the corner of the room rushed to open the door. Sestina, a lady in waiting stood at the door in her golden innocence. The queen lifted her emerald green eyes from the floor and looked at Sestina. The simple blue gown Sestina wore rustled as she fidgeted her fingers. "They are here, milady." Rosette gave a nod of her dark head and rose slowly from her seat. In a flourish of skirts, both women were gone.


Around the queen's neck on a gold chain was a star shaped locket, with a small emerald jewel in the center. This the queen fingered nervously as she made her way down the hallway. Sestina's hand rested gently on the queen's forearm, as the lady in waiting guided her Queen to the Great Hall. Several weeks before, the queen had sent out a notice, asking for all mid- wives, healers, mages, wizards, witches and sorcerers who could cure her infertility. This sudden proclamation was brought about by the queen's increasing suspicions that the King's weekly visits to the borders were really visits to the beds of other woman. This is what brought her to these desperate measures. Wizards and those who practiced magic were sly and clever, and not to be trusted. The queen was willing to risk all, just to bear her unfaithful husband an heir.

As the two women entered the great hall, they were greeted by a long line of people, some even sporting the traditional "starry pointed hat" wizard theme. at one glance Rosette could distinguish between the people who really could perhaps cure her and those who were after the reward only. Each person she would question and asked them to perform a demonstration of their power.

Rosette took a seat in the great throne in the back center of the hall and called forth the first in line. An elderly woman with a crooked nose walked forward. She was dressed in rags and had pointy black boots which stuck out from underneath her ratty dress. She was the ideal looking witch to an untrained eye, but Rosette knew better. She questioned this woman, who constantly darted her eyes back and forth and rocked back and forth on her heels. When asked to demonstrate any power, the woman produced a set of cards, and proceeded to do a card trick. Rosette snorted in distaste and dismissed the woman.

Unfortunately most, most of the interviews went in this manner. Many could levitate objects and a few could even make objects disappear. As impressive as this may be, Rosette was not looking for paltry party tricks. She was looking for a genuine practitioner of magic. And even in a kingdom where true magic does exists, this is very hard to find.

Finally the great hall had been emptied, and Rosette sat on her throne, trying her hardest not to look disappointed. Had she really expected a really sorcerer or faery come prancing to her door, only begging to do what she asked? It was foolish, completely, foolish. Sestina entered cautiously, aware of the Queen's temper when disappointed. Rosette only watched her eyes dull and lifeless. This was it. A glimmer of a teardrop sparkled in the corner of Rosette's eye and she made no move to wipe it away. Soon that single tear drop caressed the pale cheeks of the queen, before finally dripping off the red lips.

It had darkened completely, night casting a dark foreboding shadow over the village and the castle. Rosette had begun to rise, to retire to her room where she could mourn her lack of luck in peace when the lights began to flicker and went off completely. The midnight sky, which a moment ago had been a dark bottomless hole suddenly began a deep blue and stars shone like tiny pinpoints of light. The wind began to howl and thunder crashed outside the castle. And as quickly as it all started, it stopped again and in the doorway stood a man.


This man stepped forward from the shadows and into the newly light hall. His flaming red hair was barely contained by a stiff hat, upon which a large white feather protruded from. His skin was as pale as a swan's feather, and his eyes were dark like coal, yet emitted fiery warmth that threatened to singe the hem of the queen dress. He walked forward and his steps were purposeful and few, his great stride covering several yards in one step. At the feet of the Queen he paused, and whipping off his unusual hat he swept into an elaborate bow. The queen offered her hand solemnly, and he gently kissed it before rising to his full height. "I hope I am not too late to take you upon your offer, your majesty." He said in a low, deliberate voice.

For a moment, Rosette did not understand. Then she thought back to the brief and sudden storm they had just had and looked at the strange man sharply. "And who may you be?" she commanded to know. The man just smiled, his thin lips curving slightly. "I, "he said, "am the Baron von Rothbart."

Behind Rosette, Sestina drew in a quick breath. This Rothbart ignored. "And why are you here?" the queen asked again, her voice commanding and powerful.

"I believe, "Rothbart said slowly, his eyes gleaming. "that you desire to be with child." Rosette nodded, and motioned for Rothbart to continue speaking. "I can do that for you, your majesty." When he spoke the words, his voice seemed to drip with hidden sarcasm, but the queen took no notice.

"Can you display to me your power?" the Queen asked cuttingly. Rothbart just smiled his mysterious smile again. "But you see, my queen, I already have."

Remembering the storm, the queen nodded. "I accept your offer." she said quietly. Rothbart held up a thin white hand.

"But I don't accept yours." The queen looked affronted by this statement. "A large sum of money is not enough to satisfy my needs, my queen." The queen thought about these words. She had thought money would be enough for most people, but she was desperate. "What do you require then?" she asked, trying to maintain her dignity.

"That I shall be named the heir, and guardian until your child reaches the age to rule. And under the rule of your child, I will command half of the kingdom." Rothbart replied quickly and cunningly. Rosette did not take time to think of his words. Her mind was already on her soon to be child, and how lucky she was. "Agreed." she said quietly. Rothbart smiled and produced a long piece of parchment and a feather pen. The queen took the pen and absently signed the letter, and did not of course, read between the lines. And that would be the downfall.


Again, this is something I'm simply starting because I need to get the beginning down on paper before I forget all together. I will post this for now, and later I will continue both this story and 'Twisted Fates'. And hopefully, you will get to read the rest of Mirror Truth in an actual published book!!

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