Zuyam

her father was enamored with magic. Why wouldn’t he be? The magic her grandfathers affair, the dark arts mage Oblivia, holds… it’s enticing. It swirls and twirls and swallows the mind like a great whale that craved meat in place of krill. It swallows so swiftly, one never even notices until it’s too late.

Her grandparents probably didn’t even know she existed… their beauty is far from her reach, she belonged nowhere near the prim and proper pair. Her father probably scarcely knew she was dwelling anywhere aside from neath the dirt.

She was accidental. She was assumed dead, she’s sure. Her mother had laid the egg just like all the others. So many others. Last she heard her mother still lays the obsessed prince’s eggs…
Zuyam couldn’t see why. He never really paid her mind, she assumed. Chasing those dark arts day and night. Mistakes happened because of that; she was eternally crippled, because of that.

Zuyam was hatched just like any other heir to the grand king Konongur and the dazzling queen Guinevere. She was a far descendant, though. Just common rabble to the reproductive and forbidden pair. Great granddaughter to one, thrice great granddaughter to the other. They’d never heard her name.
She hatched so ordinary, so plain aside from her vivid red markings. She looked dissimilar to her father; all she claimed of his were her markings of laced reds.

Zuyam was surely loved at first. Loved by the sweet daughter off a sweeter mother. Her father could be a kind soul when he wasn’t busy. She was warned of her grandparents. Of the pearl snatching king, of the murderous queen, how their meeting could be worse than death.

She also learned through less forward ways the rest of her heritage. Her grandfather on her fathers side was soft, kind and poetic. He had two women adoring him, though one was not intended. Only she knew that; her and probably her father. She’d tell no one.

Her great grandmother of the same link was so talented, so beautiful and graceful. How did Zuyam come from the same strand of genetics as such a gorgeous being?
She could ask the same about her grandmother, though she’s of no special breeding. She’s simply bedazzling. Something that could burn her beauty into the eyes of all who see her. Always so proper…

Her mothers side was a mystery to Zuyam. She knew she was Konongurs, but, who’s of his spawned her mother… and how did they all lead to her?
Zuyam always doubts her looks. She’s considered herself a bad omen; and that only seemed to be confirmed when the accident occurred.

The hatchling had been wandering, searching for something she believes. Or was she searching for mother? She can’t recall…
She’d heard voices. Who’s voices she can’t tell. But she’d opened the wrong door to discover it. She could feel the cold dark creeping up her limbs, up her soul into her mind. Sorcerers were in the home… sorcerers she didn’t know but father did. And it seemed they’d brought something with them. Something menacing, and intimidating. It clung to her like a rooting seed. Itching her bones and flesh. It itched so strangely.

Since then the hatchling had been quiet. Her father had grown worried, her mother grew distraught. What was wrong with the child they’d bore?

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Generation 4 (not registered) I am a Thornling! Queen Guinevere of the Court of Thorns is called beautiful by many and kind by none. Ultimately rejecting every male that courts her, the Queen longs for love... and for an adoring court full of her beautiful descendants. Click the button to learn more! Thornling Lineage: Guinevere >> YingFeiz >> Gaheris >> Percival >> Me!

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