Prolouge

On a cold windy night a woman of noble status struggled therew the snow she was bleeding from her arm and her stomach but that didn't matter to her she was holding a baby that looked almost identical to her the baby was sleeping soundly because she held her to her chest the woman came across the village of hage she slowly walked to the church before putting her baby down and using the last of her manna to keep her baby warm before she collapsed next to her child into a eternal slumber, body cold and lifeless the last thing she was able to say was "I love you my child, please survive this cruel world and live to guide this kingdom when your time comes..."