Hi ya'll. Swiftgold here. Sharra and I were messing around on IMs and came up with the idea for this fic. And, unlike all the other ideas, decided to write it right away. This fic is not what it seems, believe you me. We'd love to hear what you think!
Prologue: The Price of Forbidden Love
Kansas, Earth, 1991
Tears trickled from two pairs of eyes, one's blue, the other's silvery-violet. Grief filled their valiant hearts, and they felt as if they were being torn in two. But they knew this was for the best. Thus was the price of forbidden love.
The two mysterious figures stood in the shade of a crooked tree in the early morning light. In one of their arms lay a small infant. The baby had a thatch of curly blonde hair and green eyes. As she gurgled and cooed, she chewed on the small stuffed chicken in her mouth. She was blissfully unaware of the change that was about to occur. She simply remained in her own happy little baby world, wrapped in a soft pastel blanket, snug in those warm arms.
The other person had a squirming toddler in his arms. She was giggling and pulling his hair, making him wince. There was a silky patch of spiky blonde hair upon her head, and her green eyes were sweet and guileless. She gave him a smile, displaying a few baby teeth.
"My babies," the other one wept. "I can't do it! I just can't!"
The other shifted the toddler's position and moved to take his companion in his arms. "Shhh, my love," were the soft, calming words. The person soothingly stroked the blonde hair that had been passed down to the two girls. "Don't cry. Think of Amanda and Emily. If we love them, we must do this. If the Dynasty arises again--"
"I don't care!" the person sobbed, clutching the baby closer. "We're their parents!"
"Hush," came the gentle whisper. "Hush, my love. Perhaps one day they will return to us."
"One day," the other said softly. "Yeah..." Quickly, before I lose my nerve... Bending down, the person kissed the baby on the head. The other did the same after freeing their hair from the toddler's grasp.
Silently stealing forward in the shadows, the two crept up toward the building nearby. Doing their best to keep the steps from creaking, they stood on the porch. The older of the two knelt, standing the toddler on the planks. "Be good, you hear?" he told her, patting her head lightly. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a chain on which two pendants hung, and fastened it around her neck. The child blinked at the necklace and then at him as he stood and turned to the blonde behind him. "It's time…"
"I can't… please…" Their eyes met, and after a moment of anguish the baby joined her sister on the porch.
They left the two little children upon the doorstep of the farmhouse. One of them knocked loudly, then grabbed the other by the wrist and took off running. "Ah…?" the older child said, watching them leave with a surprised expression in her eyes.
The baby began to cry, not liking the cold stoop. She wasn't like that for long, however, for the door swung open, and there was a startled exclamation from a woman. Her long, straight brown hair swept down near the planks as she crouched down to calm the toddler and gain her trust.
The two watched from the shadows of the same crooked tree around the corner as the children then were scooped into the woman's arms and carried inside the house. The screen door swung shut, and they were gone.
Hidden as they were, no onlooker could have been able to tell who or what the two people were, but they would have sensed the aura of sadness coming from them. The figure of the one that had been against leaving the children sank to its knees, sobbing and inconsolable. "My babies…" came the hoarse whisper. "Goodbye."
"Goodbye," the other whispered as well. "May we meet again someday."