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In the land of Bain, there is one name that is feared above any other: Namder. Namder is the most evil sorcerer in the land and it is said that the one who bears a star on his chest is the one who has the power to destroy Namder once and for all. The one who had this star is Farren Rainsford, the prince of Bain. When Namder captures the one he loves to lure him in order to kill him, will Farren find the courage inside to face the msot evil sorcerer in the whole land of Bain?
Loud, thudding, worry-filled steps paced up and down the long, dark corridors. The owner of these certain footsteps had a very legitimate reason for his pacing; his wife was having a baby and it was not going so well. The owner of these steps felt himself cringe as he heard yet another scream penetrate the rather peaceful atmosphere surrounding the palace.
King Bernard Rainsford ran a hand through his long, light hair. He wrung his hands nervously. What if Madelin died during- no! The king shook his head. No. He wouldn’t think of that. Bernard felt horrible for leaving his Madelin like this, but he couldn’t bear to see her like this, in such agony and pain. He took a deep, slow breath and exhaled. What am I doing? Bernard thought. My babe is about to be brought into the world and I am out here petrified like a child while my wife is in there, being as courageous as a knight going into battle! What am I doing?!?
Bernard put up a brave front and ran down the hallways to where his wife was giving birth. The sight he saw before himself was one of pure horror for the king; there was his beautiful Madelin lying in the bed, her eyes wide open and glassy, but still the gorgeous blue that Bernard loved about them. Her auburn hair was sweaty and damp from the pain she had endured, and etched across her face was a look of agony at first glance, but then when you looked at it again, you saw there was a trace of peace there. She wasn’t breathing and she stared at the ceiling.
The queen was dead.
Bernard cried, “No!” and threw himself on top of the queen. He shook her again and again, as if by his sheer will power he could awaken Madelin from the deep sleep that consumed her. The tears poured from his green eyes and down his face in streams of water like little waterfalls. Bernard felt his heart break in two; he practically felt it fall apart at the sight of his love like this; dead.
The king looked around the room with sad eyes. About ten women and seven men were standing around the room, as it was the custom to have an audience for a birthing in those days. He glared at the people and yelled, "You all just stood there, didn"t you? As my Madelin died!"
"Your highness!" The doctor"s servant rushed over. "There was nothing we could do!"
“Y-You!” Bernard yelled, turning to the innocent help. “You d-did this! You let m-my Madelin d-d-die!”
“No, sir!” the servant shook his head vigorously. “We did everything we could! There was nothing, absolutely nothing we could do! We did all we could! But… would you like to see your son, your majesty?”
Bernard had forgotten all about his new child because of the death of his queen. The servant brought over a small bundle of what just looked like a mess of cloth and placed it in the king’s arms gently. But when he looked at it closer, he saw a small nose peek out at him. Bernard moved the blanket and started to cry again, but this time, it was not caused by sadness, but by joy.
What he saw was a little nose, two bright blue eyes, a patch of light freckles that crossed the babe’s nose. He instantly loved everything about this child, no, his child. Everything about his son he adored. His tiny ears, his chubby little arms and legs, his small, round tummy. Everything. Bernard looked down at his new child with wonder and joy.
“He’s amazing!” He looked up at the servant he had yelled at before. “I apologize for my behavior before. I was upset. Do you understand?
The servant nodded. “Yes, sire. ,Do you have any idea what you are going to name him?”
The king smiled. They had talked about baby names before, and Madelin had always wanted one name. Bernard replied with that name, “Farren. Yes. Farren.”
“That is a very unique name. I like it,” the servant smiled. But that smile soon vanished. “But sir, there is something you should see.”
The servant gently took the babe out of Bernard’s arms. He unwrapped part of the blanket surrounding the child and Bernard gasped. Right in the middle of the babe’s chest, there was a blue birthmark that looked exactly like a star.
Bernard rubbed his eyes and examined it again. “Why is that there?”
“We’re not sure, sire,” the servant said. “I just thought you’d like to see it.”
“Well,” Bernard said, taking the child from the servant’s arms. “I will still love him just the same!”
“Of course,” the servant bowed and exited the room.
The king stared in wonder at this child. “Hello, little one. You are going to be the king of this land, of Bain. You are going to do great things, I just know it!”
King Bernard Rainsford of the land of Bain was quite right.