He went off into the night, escaping the guards, the parents. Riding through the forest and pausing behind a boulder. The screams from The Kingdom have seized. 

He stays there…Hiding.

He opens his cloak, in which the babe rested. The moonlight relflected off of her innocent little face, showing her striking features. 

Stunning violet eyes, gazing into the man’s grey eyes- as if she was staring into the man’s soul; reading him. Lips as soft and pink as the petals of a rose. Sunkissed skin. Light brown locks with loose curls. He silences her whimpers and she closes her eyes, drifting off.

The screams resume. He encloses the infant into his jacket, holding her close. Protecting her from the harsh winds.

Protecting her from them.

He must go forward. Get to Her. She must be there…for if she wasn’t- No matter, no matter. She’s there. The Kingdom, they need the babe, but musn’t recieve her; not yet.

The man reaches the iron gate. The Women- at last. He reveals the precious baby to her, kissing her forehead.

The Mark- he must first mark her.

He takes the child’s right wrist, blowing cool air around it; creating it. Five silver swirls flow together like a bracelet. A few certain strands of hair, making them bone straight and a golden honey shade.

It is complete. The Kingdom appearance. They’ll seek her for years and the appearance will help them find her, one day. When the time is right.

The women cradeled the infant, and nodding to the man, she rode off into the darkness.

He watched them, until he could no longer. 

“Be strong….” He whispered.