Prologue:

Why do you let them bash you, my child? Do you hear me? Can you hear my call as it sounds against rocky shores? Why do you let a heart such as your’s linger the in the depths of that which is not meant for you? My darling, my daughter, I weep watching you suffer the torment of them. Even now as you rest in heaven’s glade your heart yearns. It cries out in soundless desperation. A melody that stings my heart.
Your’s is a tale as old as the ages. Kindgdoms were seized and mountains crumbled. You are special. Every filament of your soul rests in the caring of eyes of him. He cares for you more than your heart will let you know. Yet, you ride your story on a broken sail. Unmended and torn it slows you, lets you fall, kills you. You cry out to the unreachable depths of his mind with your death song.
Don’t worry my darling, just sleep. I will tell of you. It is something needed to be told, needed to be echoed in the hearts and minds of the young. As a warning, a promise, a secret, it is told.