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coloring of the Kingdom of the Sword. His face was pale, unlike the males from the Western Hemisphere, but I knew that he was a Son of the Sword. His eyes shone like blue beacons at me, and the pain was more than I could bear. I pulled out of the dream, Mother,” she confessed. This was her shame. She was so shocked by the depth of pain that her Heart felt that she had willingly let go of him. She could not forgive herself for this betrayal. Mates would never willingly abandon one another, and she knew that she would harbor this guilt in her heart until she could petition her mate for forgiveness. She wept as her Mother’s hands stroked over her hair. She raised her eyes to her Mother, and brought her hands forward for her to bless.
“Rory, you know that you are a strong daughter of the Kingdom of Dreams. You must follow your path. Amatia Prime has given you a dream to follow, and you must seek it as soon as the night begins to fade. I will inform the General of Sentinels that you require safe passage to the Kingdom of the Sword, and he will arrange to have you taken there. You are on the right path.” Celeste, Queen of the Kingdom of Dreams, ruler of the Northern Hemisphere, prepared her own heart to weep for the path that her daughter had been given by Amatia Prime.
“So soon? Do I not have time to prepare for this journey? I must pray to the Mother of Dreams for guidance!” Rory looked up at her mother with wide eyes. The last thing she expected was to be sent on her journey in mere hours.
“Daughter, it’s time you chased down the path that Amatia Prime has written for you. You have a journey in front of you that is unlike any other Daughter of Dreams. You are part of a larger design. All will be revealed to you.” Celeste stroked Rory’s hair back from her face.
“You will be a formidable Prophet for the Kingdom of Dreams, and for all Syren. You alone are able to fulfill the destiny that Amatia has written for you. You must not wait.” Celeste could feel how torn her daughter was, and her heart broke for her.
Rory stood slowly and stepped back. Swiftly she bowed low on one knee, her hair trailing on the ground. “So it shall be, my Queen.”
Celeste smiled at Rory, and watched as she stood and walked back to the Diamond Gate and passed through. She called out to her Heart and it was not long before he strode into the room, his black armor glistening as he
approached her.
“What is it, my love?” The General of Sentinels asked her. He searched her pale eyes, and saw in them the truth that they had been expecting since the day of Rory’s arrival. “It’s time for her journey to begin,” he said it with a flat voice. He’d struggled for many cycles of life, worry over his eldest daughter’s unmatched state. He had been assured many cycles of life before that her destiny was different, and that it had been written. However, it was a father’s job to worry, and he did more than most.
Celeste nodded and leaned against him. Queen though she was, she would ever be tied to her Heart, and seek his comfort. Her silver hair twined about them, stroking his face, and pushing her emotions into him. Markus stroked her back and freely allowed her emotions to enter into him. He felt her pain at the coming loss of their daughter, and he felt her joy at the prospect of Rory finding her Heart.
They stayed that way until the moons dipped below the lake and the suns shone again. Markus kissed the top of Celeste’s head as he let go of her and left to make arrangements for his daughter’s journey to the Kingdom of the Sword.
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srah’s pod landed at the main
    transportation pavilion on Amatia Prime. She stared, unblinking, as males rushed towards her. She didn’t know exactly how long it had been since she left Earth, and she had been in a state of suspended existence until the pod regulated her body temperature as she neared the dual suns of Amatia Prime. Her descent into the pavilion put her stomach into her throat.