Eight days after the blood moon brought a gathering that was destined to go down in history, to become the foundation of the legend that would grow from these turbulent times. A day both longed for and dreaded by the major players in the events that would unfold in Phalion. The main square of the city was filled to overflowing with people, all turned out to witness the eclipse with their prince, the rebel commander, and the visiting lords. Selected members of the rebel army were there as well, ostensibly to keep the peace, though only those in high command knew that they, too, would have to witness what was about to happen.
On the steps of the citadel stood Adare, pale but resolute, flanked on each side by his guests - by Liam O'Connor and Shaye Dervla, by Rory and Dalan, by Conall and Liayna, by the high priest of the Nine, and by the four neighboring lords who had accepted his invitation to witness the eclipse with him today. Every eye was turned to the sky, waiting impatiently for the moons to cross the sun's path. Every eye but that of the prince, who stared instead into the eyes of his dead twin, both of them waiting for the moment they knew was coming.
Of all those in attendance, there were a certain privileged few who knew what was going to happen here today and who had prepared for it. Those few were not just here to witness the eclipse, but to witness the change that was about to take place right before their very eyes and before all those who were gathered there. After sixteen long years, in a matter of a few short minutes, everything everyone believed about the prince was about to change, and those who stood near Adare were not only there to witness, but to protect him when the truth at last became clear. Only Rory was there for a different reason, in part to protect Adare, but also because he was not only the prince's squire, but also his closest friend. While every eye turned to the sky, Rory's eyes were fixed on Adare in anticipation of the change that was about to take place, anxious and excited and a little bit fearful of the outcome.
Slowly, gradually, the sky began to darken as the two moons cut off the light of the sun. The blazing light of the noon day became as dim as twilight, prayers raised to the gods from all corners of the square in answer. It was only supposed to last a few minutes, but as the darkness lingered on, fears began to spread among the gathered people, terrified that the Nine were preparing to punish them for their devotion to their prince. Their prince, who stood trembling before them, staring into ghostly eyes only he could see. And suddenly a shaft of sunlight burst impossibly from the heart of the eclipse, seeming to pass through the two concealing moons, to illuminate Adare where he stood, surrounding him with a golden nimbus. All eyes snapped to the citadel steps, to the prince himself, as he let out a shuddering breath.
"It is time," his ghostly brother whispered, tracing a finger down to his own chest, where the crescent scar had begun to weep blood. In the same instant, Adare felt the sharp stab of pain from the scar in his own chest, letting out a quiet grunt of pain.
"Rory ..." he managed, his hands falling to unbuckle his belt. "Help me. Help me get these off."
Rory and Adare had talked about some of this already with Kari and though Rory had known some of what to expect, it still took him by surprise, eyes widening in awe as that shaft of sunlight seemed to surround Adare in an almost divine golden glow. It was only Adare's voice that snapped him out of his daze, remembering what needed to be done. The time was short, and if they faltered, Adare might be trapped in a boy's body forever. "Adare," he whispered, as he stepped forward to help his friend. "It's really happening."
There was a certain amount of irony in his friend's expression as he answered, even through the pain that was stabbing through his chest. "I know," he drawled quietly, grateful for the help as between them, he and Rory removed every last stitch he was wearing. He felt a horrible flush of embarrassment, standing there naked in the full light of the Gods, before his people, the rebel army, feeling further gratitude for the way Liam's people kept the peace, the way those who stood behind him on the steps kept the priests and lords from interfering.
The small private guard of Liam, Shaye, Conall, Liayna, and Dalan stood nearby, ready to protect the prince and his squire if anyone dared interfere. Rory found his hands were shaking as he helped Adare with his clothing, wishing that it was not necessary for the prince to subject himself to this, but knowing it was necessary for people to witness, to learn the truth, to see it with their own eyes, and to know it wasn't a trick. "I'm here, Adare. I'm right here," he reminded the prince, searching his gaze, not knowing he was seeing someone no one else could see, wanting to protect him and help him any way he could.
The young prince nodded, breathing hard through the stabbing pains emanating from that little scar in his chest. "Get the knife ready," he told his dearest friend, the only person he could trust to help him with this awful task. Turning, he felt the ghost of his brother step into the light with him, and for the first time, he felt that brother take his hand. Outside that golden nimbus, he could hear the sound of shock and fear as the people watching saw two boys, identical in every way, standing side by side, where before there had only been one. And Adare knew he couldn't just forge ahead without trying to make them understand what they were seeing.
"People of Phalion," he began, raising his voice despite the pain that was intensifying with every breath. "My lords ....You all know me. You knew and loved my parents. Velasca took my parents from me on the night I was born, but she took someone else, as well. She took my twin brother, born only minutes after I was. And because of her treachery, my parents made use of old magic to hide me until this day. This is my brother, dead before his first breath, and I am his sister. I call upon you all to witness my true face for the first time."
He let out a low groan of pain, squeezing his eyes shut for a long moment, his free hand gesturing to Rory. "Now, do it now. I can't ....hurts ..."
Rory stood aghast, his face as pale as Adare's as the prince - no, princess - tried to explain to those gathered in witness what had happened and what was about to happen there before them. Rory swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to gather his courage as he drew a knife from his belt, amidst a collective gasp from the crowd who he knew might misunderstand and think he was about to cause the prince harm. "Forgive me, Adare," he told the prince quietly, forcing his hand not to shake as he lifted the blade to the place where the scar marked the prince's skin. It only required a small cut, almost identical to the cut that had been made when the prince had been only a baby.
In clear view of everyone gathered there to witness, the prince they had known all his life - the prince who claimed himself to be a princess - raised his own hands to guide the blade as his squire made that tiny cut. It was that small action that kept arrows in their sheaths, knives on their belts. Whatever was happening, their young lord was directing it.
On the steps of the citadel stood Adare, pale but resolute, flanked on each side by his guests - by Liam O'Connor and Shaye Dervla, by Rory and Dalan, by Conall and Liayna, by the high priest of the Nine, and by the four neighboring lords who had accepted his invitation to witness the eclipse with him today. Every eye was turned to the sky, waiting impatiently for the moons to cross the sun's path. Every eye but that of the prince, who stared instead into the eyes of his dead twin, both of them waiting for the moment they knew was coming.
Of all those in attendance, there were a certain privileged few who knew what was going to happen here today and who had prepared for it. Those few were not just here to witness the eclipse, but to witness the change that was about to take place right before their very eyes and before all those who were gathered there. After sixteen long years, in a matter of a few short minutes, everything everyone believed about the prince was about to change, and those who stood near Adare were not only there to witness, but to protect him when the truth at last became clear. Only Rory was there for a different reason, in part to protect Adare, but also because he was not only the prince's squire, but also his closest friend. While every eye turned to the sky, Rory's eyes were fixed on Adare in anticipation of the change that was about to take place, anxious and excited and a little bit fearful of the outcome.
Slowly, gradually, the sky began to darken as the two moons cut off the light of the sun. The blazing light of the noon day became as dim as twilight, prayers raised to the gods from all corners of the square in answer. It was only supposed to last a few minutes, but as the darkness lingered on, fears began to spread among the gathered people, terrified that the Nine were preparing to punish them for their devotion to their prince. Their prince, who stood trembling before them, staring into ghostly eyes only he could see. And suddenly a shaft of sunlight burst impossibly from the heart of the eclipse, seeming to pass through the two concealing moons, to illuminate Adare where he stood, surrounding him with a golden nimbus. All eyes snapped to the citadel steps, to the prince himself, as he let out a shuddering breath.
"It is time," his ghostly brother whispered, tracing a finger down to his own chest, where the crescent scar had begun to weep blood. In the same instant, Adare felt the sharp stab of pain from the scar in his own chest, letting out a quiet grunt of pain.
"Rory ..." he managed, his hands falling to unbuckle his belt. "Help me. Help me get these off."
Rory and Adare had talked about some of this already with Kari and though Rory had known some of what to expect, it still took him by surprise, eyes widening in awe as that shaft of sunlight seemed to surround Adare in an almost divine golden glow. It was only Adare's voice that snapped him out of his daze, remembering what needed to be done. The time was short, and if they faltered, Adare might be trapped in a boy's body forever. "Adare," he whispered, as he stepped forward to help his friend. "It's really happening."
There was a certain amount of irony in his friend's expression as he answered, even through the pain that was stabbing through his chest. "I know," he drawled quietly, grateful for the help as between them, he and Rory removed every last stitch he was wearing. He felt a horrible flush of embarrassment, standing there naked in the full light of the Gods, before his people, the rebel army, feeling further gratitude for the way Liam's people kept the peace, the way those who stood behind him on the steps kept the priests and lords from interfering.
The small private guard of Liam, Shaye, Conall, Liayna, and Dalan stood nearby, ready to protect the prince and his squire if anyone dared interfere. Rory found his hands were shaking as he helped Adare with his clothing, wishing that it was not necessary for the prince to subject himself to this, but knowing it was necessary for people to witness, to learn the truth, to see it with their own eyes, and to know it wasn't a trick. "I'm here, Adare. I'm right here," he reminded the prince, searching his gaze, not knowing he was seeing someone no one else could see, wanting to protect him and help him any way he could.
The young prince nodded, breathing hard through the stabbing pains emanating from that little scar in his chest. "Get the knife ready," he told his dearest friend, the only person he could trust to help him with this awful task. Turning, he felt the ghost of his brother step into the light with him, and for the first time, he felt that brother take his hand. Outside that golden nimbus, he could hear the sound of shock and fear as the people watching saw two boys, identical in every way, standing side by side, where before there had only been one. And Adare knew he couldn't just forge ahead without trying to make them understand what they were seeing.
"People of Phalion," he began, raising his voice despite the pain that was intensifying with every breath. "My lords ....You all know me. You knew and loved my parents. Velasca took my parents from me on the night I was born, but she took someone else, as well. She took my twin brother, born only minutes after I was. And because of her treachery, my parents made use of old magic to hide me until this day. This is my brother, dead before his first breath, and I am his sister. I call upon you all to witness my true face for the first time."
He let out a low groan of pain, squeezing his eyes shut for a long moment, his free hand gesturing to Rory. "Now, do it now. I can't ....hurts ..."
Rory stood aghast, his face as pale as Adare's as the prince - no, princess - tried to explain to those gathered in witness what had happened and what was about to happen there before them. Rory swallowed hard, taking a deep breath to gather his courage as he drew a knife from his belt, amidst a collective gasp from the crowd who he knew might misunderstand and think he was about to cause the prince harm. "Forgive me, Adare," he told the prince quietly, forcing his hand not to shake as he lifted the blade to the place where the scar marked the prince's skin. It only required a small cut, almost identical to the cut that had been made when the prince had been only a baby.
In clear view of everyone gathered there to witness, the prince they had known all his life - the prince who claimed himself to be a princess - raised his own hands to guide the blade as his squire made that tiny cut. It was that small action that kept arrows in their sheaths, knives on their belts. Whatever was happening, their young lord was directing it.