"You came," she spoke holding little Milo. Charles smiled walking up to her holding the small little baby, in his hands. His little girl.

"Give me my child," she spoke. Slowly, she leaned to grabbed Mal but he leaned back. "I came to see my children. My daughter and my son." He looked towards her, uneasy. "I'll spend time with my children. You will not stop me."

She leaned back horrified. "You can't do that!" He looked at her uneasy, walking away. He paused turned around. "You invited me, Gwendolyn. Those are my children. Mal, is my daughter. She will spend the day with her father."

Gwendolyn felt her heart ache when he said those words. She wanted to killed him, she really wanted to do. The other half of her really missed him.

The funeral was nothing like she ever imagined. Everybody was looking at her, how she cried in despair in pain, it was her father. Everybody attended, all gave their simplest graces to her. She loved her father, she really did. She stood by her mother, Roslyn. A beautiful red-headed woman, who believed it or not is stated to look a lot like her.

She spend her time in their small cottage in the village, she stood behind her mother, she held baby Milo in her hands. "Where is Mal?" Her mother questioned her. "After the funeral, Charles took her to visit the village."

Her mother sighed sitting across from her. "The prophecy, they told me about it." Gwendolyn who swore, Lenore always had her ways to getting into people. "You don't believed her? She is witch." Her mother looked at her uneasy. "Don't talk about witches that way. Your father had magic. This was cursed brought upon us." Gwendolyn looked at her confused.

"The prophecy won't happen, okay. Trust me,
mother. It won't. It's not my children, it was referring to." Her mother stared at her unsure. "Which one is it? Who do they feared the most?" Her mother asked. Slowly, Gwendolyn looked at her wide-eyed. This wasn't it. She is going to loose.

"It's Mal. My daughter." She looked at her with wide eyed, her granddaughter. "You can't be serious, Gwendolyn."

"It's serious moment, they feared Mal. I don't get it, but they do." She tried to tell her mother. Her mother just sighed. "Does Charles know?" She looked away unable to say anything.

"No! He will leave us. I don't want that to happen. He will leave us, our little family." She told her mother truthfully. Her mother sighed, "You better stop him, Gwendolyn." That's what she would do. She had plan. She couldn't loose, Charles. She loves him, she would do anything for him. They married secretly and never had the chance to have a proper wedding. He loves her, she loves him.

"I will, mother. I will tell him. And he's not going to leave us. You watched. He loves us." She held onto Milo, in her arms. She is right. Charles loves her and their little family. He will never leave them.

"You can't possibly believe it." Her mother continued. She raised her eyebrow, unsure.

"Charles is a Prince. Once he finds out his children are nothing more than demon children. He will leave you. You! The girl will no longer be the apple in her father eyes." She harshly responded. Gwendolyn turn to look at her, unsure.

"It's not true. Charles loves us. He loves me." Gwendolyn tried to find a way in explaining. "He always has. Mother, you have to believe me. He wouldn't leave me. He loves me and our children. He loves Milo and Mal."

"Oh please, Gwendolyn. Almost the whole village had come to known of the prophecy. Soon enough the kingdom. What would you do when it's figured out that you're the mother demon children. Cursed children." Her mother hardly responded began to leave the small cottage.

"Mother!" Gwendolyn blurted. Roslyn turned around curious to know what her daughter was about to say. "This is why daddy left you. He hated you for your spiteful words!" Gwendolyn watched as her mother held a shocked look but quickly marched forward slapping her across the face.

"Don't you ever say that! He loved us. If it wasn't for him, you would never have been born!" Roslyn responded. Gwendolyn held her posture, she didn't burst into tears. She couldn't believed her own mother would slapped her. "He did loved you. Ain't that right?"

"A Fey and human." Gwendolyn said in low-tone. She watched as her mother eyes turned red. "You watch your mouth. You don't know what you're saying! I loved your father. He was my only one. I broke every rule to be with him in thick and thin. I wasn't labeled a whore, like you!" At that moment, mother and daughter couldn't look at each other any longer. Gwendolyn heart broke hearing those words from her own mother.

"Gwendolyn, I'm sorry. It came out wrong." Her mother started to speak, walking towards her. Gwendolyn immediately got up refusing to look at her any longer. She couldn't bare to get yelled or scream at any longer, especially from her own mother. A mother, she loved and cared for. A mother would never leave her side. She loved her mother. Loved.

"You said it!" Gwendolyn began. "I need some time to think. Just leave me alone." Gwendolyn got up and left the cottage, trying not to shed some tears. This was the worst thing that could happen to her yet.

Honestly the chapters are going to short. I'm trying to finished this part of the story. So expect it. When part 2 comes, it's going to be different.