She was beautiful. A child born, as if from the very depths of a shining star. Her hair
was the pink color of the clouds when the first rays of sunshine caress the land. Her
eyes, however, were not the soulful eyes of her mother, but were the excited, gleaming
silver of her father’s. In those eyes, one had the feeling that the knowledge of
everything around her was present.
The first time I lay eyes on her, Princess Eos had captured my heart. She lay in her
beautiful mother’s arms, so delicate and so serene that it was a picture that would
linger long after the peaceful days of Eterna ended. It was the symbol of Eterna’s
rebirth, a new goddess. However, it also told us that Her Imperial Majesty would no longer
be with us for long. We did not understand why the Empress had decided to become a mortal,
yet we knew that she had her reasons.
Eos’ first years were spent frolicking about the palace grounds, creating mischief
and displaying her unusual intelligence. She was just two when she received her own
guardian, a small, snow white dove, the symbol of hope who she immediately called Okashi.
Eos and Okashi were inseperable to begin with. This must be understood in order to
understand Eos herself. Upon the death of the Empress, Eos’ childhood somehow drifted
away like a candle suddenly extinguished by the careless wind. Her cheerful stature had
disappeared and it seemed almost as if she knew where her calm, yet heart broken father
would soon be. She stood by her father during the funeral procession toward the Mourning
Tower where her mother would lay for years to come, neither decaying, nor changing, but
seeming to be slumbering in a land of the sweetest dream. Eos’ face was quiet and
pale, Okashi on her shoulder, watching the procession, also calmed by the event. Her
father tried to be strong in front of his daughter, but he no longer slept, but sat beside
her when she slept. When he joined the Empress, Eos no longer wept, but stood watching the
procession, a determined look on her face that told us that she had somehow grown
stronger, despite her mischievous nature.
After the Emperor’s death, Eterna lay in great turmoil. The people refused to be
ruled by a six year old child. She was no Empress, they would scream out in great hordes
outside the castle. She sat inside, Okashi on her shoulder, listening carefully to what
they would scream. Even the vulgar words never escaped her.
It was then that the war broke out. The great cauldron, the source of life that Eterna
guarded in the time of peace became corrupted. Anarchy appeared that year and
Eterna…Eterna simply disappeared under her rule. Our princess, her life in danger,
disappeared as the planet collapsed. Eternians became slaves under Anarchy and the
Princess Eos, the hope of Eterna, became nothing but a myth told to crying children as
their wounds from lashes of whips bled, the red drops falling upon the cursed land…