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Prophecy
Jared was seven when the War began. Days of sunshine and innocence ceased with a sudden and calamitous sense of loss.
A seer was summoned to the Realm and he stood before the Queen and was told to speak the future. It was an unwise request, but the men with power and weapons insisted. The seer bowed his head and closed his eyes. He wrung his hands and dropped a tear as his voice shook and trembled. He said that the wild plains of De’ith would see the grimmest hours and herald the sacrifice of her second son. He told the Queen it would be Jared's gift that would return light to the Realm, and while Prince Jared would never return home, his sun would burn bright in the grace of love.
The seer did not see another dawn. The Queen kept these secrets safe and her son safer. The Palace was his playground, its walls were his world, his brother was his hero and his little sister was his greatest love.
Time passed, the Queen ailed, and Prince Jeffrey fought this war with Jeffrey, the Lord Morgan by his side.
Jared’s brother died on a hazy, hot day in the chaos of the Battle of Mount Burma and the young Prince Jared became reluctant heir to the throne of a Realm he barely knew.