Five Points - One Star

They are unaware - living their lives the only way they know how.  They have secrets - maybe not more than most but bigger secrets than some.  The biggest secret, however, is the one kept from them.

That is a secret kept by only one - a secret most dangerous in its power.

It was a spell by his own design, a spell that got out of hand, a spell that if cast by a more experienced wizard might have succeeded.  It was genius though, pure genius and pure power that he created from a fallen star.  It was a spell designed to cast only once.  When the star collided with the earth he had not the time to gain experience.  He had to act fast or he'd lose his chance forever.  Power was within his grasp, the world was at his feet - and he hadn't even cast the spell yet.

There was a draw back to the spell.  One person - no matter how powerful - could not contain such raw power.  He was not foolish enough in his youth to think he could.  That power had to be shared.  There was no one - and he needed more than one - he could trust in his ranks so he sought elsewhere.

Then it came to him!  Children!  yes...that was perfect.  Children were impressionable and could be molded to his desire.

Five!  The points on a star.  Five children to contain the power of the star and work for him.  The world would surrender!  Another setback!  He had not the time to find five children!

His resolution! He entwined the containment spell to a finding spell, allowing the power of the star to select its hosts.  He planned for the spell to bring them to him.

He underestimated the power of the star!

He overestimated his power of the arts!


Three days and nights he worked, threading each spell with another, never taking his eyes off his work lest one word, one misplaced vowel in the speaking cause perfection to fall short.  On the fourth day, the spell was complete and cast.

Yet...

He felt nothing and no children arrived.  Not even one.

He cast a finder spell and discovered what the star had done.  True to the spell, the star found five hosts.  Five hosts still in the womb!  

A sea captain's wife.

The wife of a knight.

A queen.

The wife of a baker.

The wife of a farmer.

And not one of them lived within the same country as the other.  His eyes narrowed and his face turned a hot red.  All that work only to have more work left to do.  He now had to steal five newborns from their families.  He now had to be nurse maid to five brats until they were old enough to fend for themselves.

He paced his study for half the next night before coming to the conclusion that he would not do that.  He'd grant the parents five years of their children.  That was not so long a wait.  In that time he could discover the power of the star within him, learn the powers the children would have, and then he could take them and begin their training.

He knew when each of them was born - could feel the excruciating pain that was labor and felt it five times.  He knew their names as though they were his own.  Ardor - born at sea, Aislinn - born of the sword and shield, Brenna - born to the throne, Ailen - born of the bread and cake, and Orrin - born to the land and labor. 

Five years later, it was time to collect his army.