WINTER CAME BY CRASHING, Gwendolyn held her newborn babies in her hands. She took a glimpse at her small fragile babies, both of them. One was a girl, with icy dark green twinkling orbs, with speck of golden, she could see wisps of fiery red hair growing, same was said for the boy. Born with icy dark green eyes simmered golden specks, wisps of fiery red hair. The babies cuddled in her arms, she tear up seeing her children.

"Gwendolyn?"

Gwendolyn's teeth clinked seeing her husband. He held a questioned look than soon enough, his eyes fell on the babies, she carried in her arms. "Are these?" Immediately, Gwendolyn nodded eagerly began to tear up, holding her small children. Slowly, he leaned over her staring at his children. "Their twins." She spoke, softly. He smiled seeing his children, something he always dreamed of ever since he married her secretly and she was forced to live their small castle up north, give birth in Dewdenn without his consent. "May I?" He asked, softly. Gwendolyn nodded eagerly, smiling out of happiness. He picked up his daughter first, watching her sleeping.
"This is one, she is special. I could feel it." When he said those words, Gwendolyn face fell, she turned to look at him, breathing heavily. "I'm sorry, Charles. My children will be taken to the village be raised by the elders."
Charles looked at her horrified. He held onto his daughter.  She watched as she began to tear up holding his son.

"What's wrong? Gwendolyn? Their my children. They'll come with me, they'll be raised as princess and prince."  Gwendolyn heart broke when she heard him say those words. Within the fragile crystal, a honey-coloured potion simmered, stinking of fermented wild roots. Soon enough, three very tall men dress in black appeared behind him. The small room within the cottage began to break in bubbling and frothing brownish air remerged, fizzling upon, bitterly as brown ash on her lips.

"There is no need for that," her voiced croaked. "I'm the daughter of a Fey. They'll be known as Prince and Princess of Freefolk. I'm a princess after all, my children will be well taken care." Charles immediately raised his eyebrows in disbelief, horrified that she is refusing him from giving them titles.

"I knew that."

She smiled sadly upon him, cleaning her tears away. "There isn't anything else, I want. I want for you to raised our children together. We always wanted this. I wouldn't like for our children to be raised as proper prince and princess. Their special, our children. Our precious children, our boy and our girl."

He began to tear up, began speaking. "I was always planning to bring you upon my court as my wife. You'll be my wife, my children-" soon after, she leaned forward holding her hands out. "Give her to me, she is my daughter." She held her son on the other arm. "Give me my child," she begged.

"No." Charles demanded backing away. "She is my daughter. My child. My precious girl," he leaned forward to give her a kiss on the head. "My children, my beautiful princess and prince," he flickered his eyes between his daughter and son.  Soon enough, "Please, Charles."  Seeing her pain, he could see she truly loved their children. There must be a reason for this. He leaned forward handing her the small babe fiery daughter That was enough. Because love was enough to ignite the darkness and love was the basis of compassion. Slowly, he backed away horrified of her demanding's in glistening time, the men behind him dragged him, grabbing him by the arm.

"Charles, this will the last we ever see each other," she spoke, softly. She turned around refusing to see how he left kicking and yelling, rambling of how he will avenge her for taking away his children.

"I love my children," she spoke softly to herself. "Yet, I know one them has a destiny and the other one is to be combined in darkness." She slowly began to weep by herself, she stared at her small children. She wondered who will be the chosen one and who will be the one who stumbled into darkness. Slowly, she watched as her daughter hand reached out, than began to cooed. Her eyes fell on her concern, she knew at that moment.

She knew who it will be.

Redemption wouldn't be phased in this story. Vengeance, heartbreak and the usual the path to the darkness with the fears of being monster, killing. She stared at her daughter killing will break her daughter forever, it would not be love, it will be the horror to have someone so beloved be killed by her. Gwendolyn hastily began to breathed thinking that she is going to be alright, she told herself, breathing unsteadily through her nose. Just let it all pass. She reached up and touched her daughter small cheek, the beautiful. Immediately, she felt tensed sharped shocking her. She watched in horror staring at her daughter. It felt like fire within her.

Like she was burning-like fire

AUTHOR NOTE:

Hello, this major background to my characters. I honestly tried so hard to make this different. I want this story to be very different from the rest. Their mother is Fey princess of AshFolk, and their father is a prince. Well, actually he is the brother of very famous king in one of Arthur countless story of Camelot. Either way, Prince Charles is good friends with King Uther Pendragon. In fact, they both loved the same woman. -wink-

Let's just the brother was very beloved by the king would grant him anything he wanted especially granting his children to become illegitimate. I will eventually revealed who it is, later on.

I REPEAT THIS WILL START BEFORE THE CURRENT EVENTS IN THE TV SHOW CURSED> but it's going to be quick before we get into the storyline, than we see The Weeping Monk, who knows, I might even add in Lancelot when he was a kid.

NEW CHARACTERS

PRINCE CHARLES

FEY PRINCESS OF ASH FOLK
GWENDOLYN

KING UTHER PENDRAGON