Perceived Fate

A manifestation of ones desires and fears, that was what the old head Servant had taught Tianna about dreams when she was young.

In a classroom made up of little more than two blocks of wood (chairs) and a single plank (something to lean on) Tianna had learned about the world from its greatest achievements to its greatest failures. All of it because the Head maid had taken a liking to the orphaned servant.

Actual knowledge, on subjects such as economics, mathematics and history were kept only for nobles so Tianna had learned only simple literacy and manners but that was enough for her to become the personal servant for a young master of the house.

She was treated like any other orphan servant, like dirt.

Tianna hated this past of hers, but she did acknowledge its contribution towards her future self. It made her relentless in her studies and her desire for knowledge, and also gave her a keen look into how power was the only important factor in this poor world of hers.

She grew, talent and hard work mixed into a powerful concoction that was success and thanks to the unfortunate death of the young master, she was transferred, in due part to her studies, to work on the business side of the House.

Further she took up her chances and learned the way of trade. Not long after she made enough money to buy her freedom, and with it, promptly escaped from her childhood era.

Memories from that moment forward were truly like a story, and yet her dreams never seemed to linger on those happy moments. It focused on when she was weakest, and hunted her mind like prey.

This night was different, unlike usually Tianna could feel something inside the dream. Almost like the particles that gave her magic, mana, was actually inside the dream. If it was true it was a phenomena that even Sages would interested in and as a fanatic herself she studied it with glee.

Space itself seemed smaller here. Like it was compressing into a small ball except she was in the middle of it. A fascinating feeling that had Tianna enraptured in its profound method.

Yet, as she looked longer she felt something amiss. Her sensations felt odder and as time moved on she noticed some lighter objects disappear from the room. Space itself seemed to fold toward inwards and then it popped and was gone.

Dangerous, Tianna immediately awoke. Mysterious moments with Dao were never to be taken with anything other than with utmost seriousness, otherwise only peril would await.

For Tianna it seemed Peril followed her from the dream. The phenomena had not just affected her dream but also the real world as well.

And that meant...

The hospital immediately shook as an object going far too fast to see broke through the walls and speed directly into the Palace. Never before had her own security measures so annoyed Tianna as she brutally emptied her conscious reserves to get to her child as quick as possible.

The distortion of reality around her, like a watercolour painting, did not hinder her movement as she burst through into the room of herself and the King. Inside, she found her husband frantically focused on creating a magical array to end the distortion, but Tianna knew such efforts were pointless.

They were getting focused by a higher power; one Tianna had only barely scratched the surface off. Anger, fear, and everything else were all pointless. She had a single task, to protect all that she had.

Space magic was rare, far more so than even the rare metal magic the Silver Kingdom had built itself up on. That meant not many had ever faced the magic, and such they had never created counters to the spells they could create.

Tianna was lost, and as the space the space further collapsed inwards, and the surrounding palace started to disappear, she took the resolute decision to hide her son inside a special barrier that would block all outside elements.

It was a poor plan, but she had nothing else to do. Every struggle she had endured had been nigh pointless, not unless she saved just her child.

She met the eyes of her crying husband. The King was never a King in heart, inside she liked to think of him as a lucky child who just happened to be born a Noble. That was why she loved him, unlike every other noble he felt innocent, his actions were straightforward and in the messy world of politics he had come at a time where she needed some stability the most.

They held hands as Tianna began to chant a spell. The soul was basis of all magic, it was the authority that moved it around and allowed the person to create spells. Sages had pondered for millennia about what a soul actually was but Tianna herself had managed to eke out an inch of an answer over her many years of study.

Soul magic was what she called it, and it was what allowed her to break from the hierarchy of the Kingdom and raise herself to the Queen she was today, this was her greatest secret and her greatest strength.

Soul magic was the best offence any sentient being could ask for, but today she had to bend it to become an absolute defence.

She started by seeing how resistant her soul was to the power that was affecting her surroundings. A Silver ball appeared past Tianna chest as the spatial anomaly folded and collapsed around her. The ball itself seemed to ripple and condense but apart from that seemed fairly strong.

Tianna nodded and then began to expand her soul, enough to fit her child. However, as she did the damage done to the soul began to worsen and by the size requirement the ball had begun to form an irregular oval. She needed more, and she found more by looking at her husband’s Silvery soul flowing out of his body as it came to comfort her own.

She didn’t need to ask, for it was obvious for both of them. Love had made them fools, but as they felt their last sliver of consciousness not a single ounce of regret came from the pair of foolish lovers.

The parents now lay soulless of the floor, their faces, scars, and regal uniform bended and stretched into a beige colour before disappearing entirely. Above the lost bodies was a beacon on light, emit by a ball of soul energy, inside, lay a child with bright yellow eyes.

The souls were now entirely hollow, with only a crying child inside.

Time passed and eventually even the palace fell into nothingness. Barron wasteland was all around, what was once a thriving capital was now, forever gone.

No warning, no way of knowing whatsoever, just gone...

The Soul energy of the two strongest parents of the Silver Kingdom maintained the child’s hunger as it cried for attention and yet nobody came. The sun rose, the sun fell, and as time passed the child slowly began to grow quiet.