“As the ethereal glow from the pillar illuminates the vast throne room, we stand in awe at the grandeur of our surroundings. The air is thick with anticipation as we take in the majestic sight before us. The walls, adorned with ancient symbols and mysterious inscriptions, seem to hold secrets waiting to be unveiled. With each step, the echoes of our footsteps reverberate through the cavernous space, adding to the sense of wonder and mystery that fills the air.”

A wall in the throne room whispers my name Cordelia, Cordelia as I move closer to the wall the whispering grows louder and I reach out and lay my hand on it but before I can, Björn screams behind me “watch out!”  The sudden shout startles me, and Helgi's quick action pulls me away from the wall just in time before whatever mystical thing got the time to grab hold of me. As I stumble back, my heart races with adrenaline, and I turn to Björn with wide eyes, silently thanking him for his warning. Helgi's firm grip on my arm steadies me, and I take a moment to catch my breath, grateful for his swift reaction. As we stand there, the whispers from the wall gradually fade, leaving an eerie silence in their wake. Björn and Helgi exchange a concerned glance, and I can sense the tension in the air as we all contemplate the strange occurrence.

With cautious steps, I approach another section of the wall, drawn by the faint glimmer of something hidden beneath the dust. As I reach out to wipe away the layers of grime, a sudden burst of light erupts from the surface, illuminating the mysterious inscription before me. The words shimmer with an ethereal glow, revealing ancient runes etched into the stone with precision and care. My breath catches in my throat as I read the words, each line unfolding a tale of forgotten secrets and untold truths buried within the depths of the cave. The radiant glow casts intricate patterns of light and shadow across the chamber, bathing us in its otherworldly embrace. With trembling fingers, I trace the intricate runes, my mind racing with anticipation as I unravel the hidden mysteries concealed within the ancient script.

Once I finished revealing it, I call my companions to the area.

They all walk towards me and asking me what I found,

 instead of explaining it I decided to read it out loud to my companions,

“In a realm where light and shadow intertwine,

Two kings arose, their destinies entwined.

Rykan, once a servant of the light,

With Salviester, his father, shining bright.

Together they sought unity’s embrace,

Uniting realms, a feat of grace.

Queen Aspen’s mother of Rykan, with wisdom deep and true,

Her counsel guided; her heart imbued.

And Tykan, brother of Rykan, steadfast and strong,

Their bond enduring, against all wrong.

Dark elves and light, hand in hand,

A fragile alliance, across the land.

Yet in the midst of this grand design,

A human girl, her spirit aligned.

Ciara, fair maiden, brave and bold,

With Jasper, her guard, loyal and cold.

Their paths converged, fate’s threads entwined,

A bond of friendship and loved one of a kind.”

—

It is a poem about King Rykan and King Jasper as they worked together to unite the dark and light elves into one.

Björn speaks “look there is more appearing”.

As I keep reading,

—

“In a kingdom where shadows dance with light,

Two hearts met in the depths of night.

Prince Rykan, with a crown of gold,

And Jasper, fierce and bold.

Their love a secret, hidden from sight,

In a world where love faced endless fight.

Through trials and challenges, they stood strong,

Their bond enduring, against all wrong.

In the quiet moments, their love would soar,

In whispered words and longing more.

Hand in hand, they faced their fears,

Together, they conquered, through the years.

Through battles fought and kingdoms won,

Their love endured, like the rising sun.

In the castle halls, their love would gleam,

A timeless tale, a love supreme.

Their love a beacon, shining bright,

In a world where love takes flight.

 Rykan and Jasper, side by side,

Their love a testament, forever tied.”

—

“It is the love story about King Rykan and King Jasper 

Apparently, their love wasn’t allowed in their kingdom as a human and elf fall in love.

They ended up winning the battle that led to a love between An Elf and Human.” 

Gyða says “Oh there is more over here appearing”.

As we move to the next location I start reading again,

“In Salviespen Haven, where shadows blend with light,

Love's embrace knows no bounds, shining ever bright.

A haven sacred, where hearts are free to soar,

In a tapestry of love, forevermore.

Here, love's colors paint the sky above,

In hues of passion, kindness, and love.

From dawn's first light to twilight's gentle glow,

In Salviespen Haven, love's seeds freely sow.

In every corner, every winding street,

Love's melody plays, pure and sweet.

A tapestry woven with threads of care,

In Salviespen Haven, love's whispers fill the air.

No judgment here, no barriers to divide,

In Salviespen Haven, love's wings spread wide.

A sanctuary for souls, weary and worn,

In love's embrace, new hope is born.

So let us cherish Salviespen's sacred land,

Where love's symphony plays, hand in hand.

In Salviespen Haven, love's song shall never end,

For in its embrace, hearts forever mend.”

—

Elbereth speaks” it looks like it is about a world called Salviespen Haven a world of dreams in that Village everyone was welcomed from wizards to dwarfs, humans to elves it was a village rained by Queen Aspen and King Salviester they allowed everyone to marry whoever the wanted no matter what breed you where or who you loved it was a dream come true.

My mother grew up in that village, but she never wants to talk about what happened that fateful night.”

I say, “maybe we will find out what happened?”

Helgi speaks” hey! Look there more appearing over there”.

As we move towards the next wall

 I clear my throat and start to read the script on the wall,

“In Salviespen Haven, where once love did reign,

Darkness descends like a storm of pain.

The King of Sol le woods, with cruel intent,

Brings chaos and fear wherever he's sent.

His armies march, with fire and blade,

Seeking to conquer, to dominate, to degrade.

The haven shattered, its peace torn asunder,

As the king's tyranny rips its heart asunder. 

His firer blade stabs through the royal family.

 Killing everyone from the king to the prince. 

There royal blood spilled around the village.

With the help of Jasper, Rykan is saved.

Families torn apart, forced to flee,

To realms unknown, to escape destiny.

Elves and mystical creatures, once free and wild,

Now enslaved, by the king's hand defiled.

But in the darkness, a glimmer of hope,

As the refugees gather, they refuse to mope.

Their spirits unbroken, their resolve strong,

They will fight for their freedom, against all wrong.

So, rise, brave souls, in the face of despair,

For Salviespen's legacy, we'll fiercely declare.

Though shadows may fall, and darkness may loom,

In our hearts burns the flame of freedom's bright bloom.”

—

“This is so heartbreaking”. 

I speak in a tone of sorrow, as we follow the next appear. 

As I keep reading,

In Sol le Woods, where darkness reigned,

A kingdom lost, in shadows chained.

Rykan and Jasper, hearts ablaze,

With love and courage, forged their ways.

They stormed the castle, broke the chains,

Freed the elves from endless pains.

Mystical creatures, once enslaved,

Now danced in freedom, souls unshaved.

Together they stood, hand in hand,

Rykan and Jasper, united grand.

With strength and honor, they fought the fight,

And banished darkness into the night.

From ruins rose a village new,

A beacon of hope, in skies of blue.

Silverwood Haven, where love is free,

A sanctuary for you and me.

Rykan and Jasper, husbands true,

Built a home where dreams come true.

In peace and love, they raised their kin,

And let the light of freedom in.

So let us sing of love's sweet song,

In Silverwood Haven, where we belong.

For Rykan and Jasper, heroes bold,

Turned darkness into gleaming gold.

—

As I finished reading our once broken heart is healed,

by the love and freedom King Rykan and King Jasper made for us.

As we sigh in relief of the beautiful story of Silverwood Haven

We relax are minds and breath a breath of relief.

—

As we head away from the throne room, I see a wall cover with old drapery 

I see a glimpse in a text,

 as I pull the drapery down,

a wall shining in the ethereal glow of the room,

 as I read it out loud,

“In shadows deep, where secrets lie,

A tale of love and sacrifice, up high.

Ciara, a human of courage rare,

With heart so pure, beyond compare.

She joined the forces, light and dark,

To forge a future, ignite the spark.

But in the chaos, love did bloom,

With Iria, a witch and shapeshifter, in the shadow's gloom.

Their love was forbidden, yet they dared,

To defy the odds, hearts bared.

But as Sol le Woods' darkness spread,

Ciara knew she must flee instead.

With Cordelia, her daughter dear,

She fled the kingdom, tainted with fear.

Iria’s magic, a beacon bright,

Guided them through the darkest night.

But in the end, as fate decreed,

Ciara fell to darkness's greed.

Her sacrifice, a mother's love true,

To keep her daughter safe and true.

So let us honor Ciara's name,

A hero's tale, in shadows' game.

And may her love for Cordelia shine,

In realms where secrets intertwine.”

—

As I read the news about my mother being Ciara and my other parent being the witch Iria, a torrent of emotions floods through me. Shock ripples through my body, disbelief painting my features as I try to comprehend the magnitude of this revelation. My mind races, trying to reconcile the image of the brave human Ciara with the powerful witch Iria, both woven into the fabric of my existence.

A deep sense of admiration washes over me as I think of Ciara, her sacrifice echoing through the ages, a testament to her love and bravery. My heart swells with pride at the thought of having such a courageous mother, someone who fought against tyranny and injustice to protect her daughter.

At the same time, the realization that Iria, a witch, and shapeshifter, is my other parent fills me with a curious mixture of fascination and apprehension. I can't help but wonder about the magical world they inhabited, the secrets they held, and the reasons behind their relationship with Ciara.

How can someone as generous and protective as Iria turn into a total maniac.

Questions swirl in my mind, a whirlwind of curiosity and uncertainty. Who were my parents, really? What were their lives like before me? What led them to make the choices they did?

Despite the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me, a sense of gratitude settles in my heart. Gratitude for the sacrifices my parents made to keep me safe, to give me a chance at life, even in the face of great danger.

As I stand there, processing the news, I feel a newfound sense of identity and purpose stirring within me. I am Cordelia, daughter of Ciara and Iria, a blend of courage and magic, love and sacrifice. And though the journey ahead may be filled with challenges and uncertainties, I know that I carry the legacy of two remarkable individuals within me, guiding me forward on the path of my own destiny.