"Let's get her out of here. NOW!!!!" the queen said to one of her servants.

The war was raging on out side.

"Yes your majesty." the servant said while taking the sleeping toddler into her hands.

The girl must be sent far from this war. Far from him. The queen was already morning the loss of her king, she could not bare the loss of her first child as well.

The children were already prisoners of the once good friend to the royal family. But they were not his prime target. The sleeping child in the servants arms was.

This child was special. She was the next chosen one.

The chosen ones were the selected members of this royal family.

Generation after generation. It is were the chosen one has powers, but not just some of them. All of them. So many powers that are far beyond the imagination of others.

The order of this to which the powers are passed down is this, the first female of the siblings is the one with the powers, then her first son is the next chosen one, and the pattern continues.

But this all comes with a price. A little after the fifth birth day of the chosen one, the last chosen one dies.

In the period before hand, the parent must try to teach the child all that they can of these powers that they both share.

But, this was not to be with this little girl that sleeps. Her father was killed by the one who is now hunting her down.

This man was jealous of the family, he wanted the power for himself. He planned to raise the child. He wanted her to be like him. Evil and cruel, and her powers could help him to rule. Not just their world, but worlds beyond.

But, the queen would never let that happen. The servant ran to the nearest, safest, and most reliable ship that she could get to, while the queen looked in sadness at what her kingdom had become. A pile of ashes and rumble.

Then the doors slammed open.

"WHERE IS SHE!!!!!!!!" the traitor yelled.

The queen looked at him and smirked.

"I'll never tell." she said with confidence in her eyes.

She saw rage and hate in his eyes.

Then she tried to make a run for it, but it was to late. His men had surrounded her. He then smirked at her.

"Oh, yes you will." he said.

The former queen's eyes filled with sadness once again.

Just then, the rocket that the little girl was in took flight. They both turned at the noise.

Then he yelled, seeing his last chance of capturing her anytime soon was now lost. The former queen felt a sad smile sneak it's way onto her face.

"Put her in the dungeon." he said.

His men then dragged her into the dungeon. At least she had the rest of her children with her.

Then she felt tears start to form in her golden eyes. Sitting there, hoping that her little girl would grow up good, kind, and strong.

She would need the strength to fight off this evil at her home. The former queen just hoped that he wouldn't get to her before then.