The Boy In The Basket

The Legend Saga: Prologue
Written By: Taylor Howe

Legend has it...

It was a dark and stormy night...

A woman's horrid screams could be heard far and wide as they echoed out off the surrounding rock, like ripples in a pond of torment.  They were so excruciatingly loud that you would be able to hear them over the pounding gales and claps of thunder. Waves of raging seas pummelled the shoreline boulders, as if the water was trying to swallow even the land itself. A place, that was normally so beautiful and alluring that it would captivate even the most truest of adventurers, was now destructively powerful. 

For it was on this night, a legendary storm rocked the Cerulean Coast of Pandesha Island. A storm so fierce, it was if the heavens were angered by the events unfolding in the depths of these mystical Azure Caves.

Panting and sobbing, as the agony of childbirth tore through her loins, this absolute beauty of a creature, still remained glowing and almost god-like. She was normally a creature of serene grace and the deepest of seductions. However tonight, only a mere 14 days after luring the Divine Being to her island home; she was delivering his child. 

Each scream not only depicted pain, but supreme anger, for this was not suppose to even be possible for her kind. It was as if she was possessed by the great Lilith herself, the mother of the unholy seed. A Siren Queen was not meant to ever birth a child; at least not in a human way. 

For this child was surely to be an abomination, that would have to dispatched into the raging seas. She could not bare the thought or the suffering that were to come with trying to endure raising a child in a land of Dragons and Majik. She was in no shape worthy to be a mother, as she screamed to the skies to ask why she was cursed with this burden.

At that very moment, as if it were a response to her deep seeded question, a piercing crack of lightning, echoed throughout the caves; as if mocking her writhing agony. The rippling effect of this high frequency crash that reverberated off the marble-like walls of the brilliant Azure Caves, began to cause a seismic shift in the continental shelves of the sea below. As the Siren Queen screeched her last bellow with a heaving push, it felt as if the island itself was being birthed by the sea. Geysers shot up out of the shallow pools within the caves, shattering the pristine surfaces of this once magical place.

And then, nothing...sudden calmness. The land ceased to shake and the storm subsided. The waters drew to a still. Serenity reborn, almost as if this monumental quake of destruction was ultimately a manifestation of her pain through Majik.

Dawning this miraculous break in the storm of a century, a heavenly light appeared through the now cracks, in the cave walls. Within this heavenly light the Divine Being stood cloaked and stoic. The storm now receded, as if it were a faded memory in a fabled tale, but with it, welcomed a child of the darkest light. A fable unto itself.

The Divine Being reached out from this heavenly light, with a human like presence and picked up the child; seemingly calm and without a noise. 

The infant, not described in our ancient texts in any detail, was consumed in this divine presence and vanished. While the mother, the Queen of the Sirens, lay lifeless in the depths of the once perfect Azure Caves. A majestic beauty, both her and the island, lost too early.

It was on this fateful day, the island we call Pandesha, became lost to the known world. Erased from the reaches of space and memory. A land forgotten.

And the infant, bore from loins of the Siren Queen, offspring of the Divine Being, appeared to have been consumed by light. 

Perhaps an omen.

A herald of the end of days.

Or a perhaps...

A beacon of hope.

Legend has it...the child were to only be seen again when the Realms were in need of a saviour, otherwise why would the Divine Being take it away into the Consecrated Light; reserved place for only Angels to thread.

Is it to be a messiah? The one to usher in a new era to the Old World...as our Ancient Texts have almost nothing written about this time. Very little is known about the child beyond this point...however there is, but a belief.

A belief that stems only from a place of devout worship. A place deep within the Bounty Realm. A belief that a boy in a basket...delivered by a person unknown, to the doorstep of The Nunnery of Sister Abbot Lumilda, could be this fabled child.   

- The prologue written in The Book of Kings and Legends