In the man’s hand was a trio of stones. The stones were known as soul stones, they captured the soul of an innocent and trapped it in the stones, until such time as the captor died or released the souls. Once the captor died the stones were gifted to one of the captors direct bloodline and only by bleeding on the stones could the souls trapped inside be free….

I cut my wrist and bleed the required 7 drops on each stone, placed the stones on the ground and took a step backwards. A brilliant light emitted from the stones releasing 3 beings from within.

All three were tiny infants, all three were my own long thought dead children. My own flesh and blood, his own flesh and blood. Our children, my twin brother and I’s triplets I thought lost to the enemy 15 years past….. all I could do is drop to the ground and cry…. Although their conception had not been my choice, instilled loved them as the grew inside me. To find out now, that he did this, he took my innocence, my trio of kids was thr last straw. I was glad that a fall from his horse killed the great dark prince. I hid my smirk behind my tears as I though of the jury rigged harness that had sent him to his death.

I was not the dark princess for nothing.