Thyona was in her garden at castle Tervan. The garden wall were made of glass.
The garden itself was situated on a hill so that on one side overlooked the city of
Tervan and the other side was looking out over the Jrall mountains.
Her protector ,Silva, was standing ,alert as ever by the big, glass, double doors. Thyona was usually content to sit and enjoy the garden but today she felt restless. She had a dream last night. She dreamt about her mother. Her mother, Queen Tifa, had died when she was very young so she didn't had may memories of her. The only thing she remembered of the night her mother died, was the strong arms of Silva and her mother crying
"Protect her Silva! Protect her with your life!". She gestured to Silva. She came over to the bench where Thyona was seated.
"You needed something my lady?" Silva said. Silva sighed inwardly. She wished Silva wouldn't be so formal.
"Just Thyona, Silva." She said. When Silva just looked at her blankly, Thyona moved on to a different subject.
"Silva..." Here she paused not sure how to carry on. Silva had always been touchy on the subject. She decided to ease up on the question.
"What was my mother like?"
Silva paused before answering, "She was very kind and generous. A just leader and a wonderful friend."
Thyona frowned. That was not the answer she wanted to hear. "Tell me more about my mother."
Silva sat down next to her. "Well she was very good at solving problems. And..."
"And what?"
"Well she could be very stubborn sometimes. She always insisted that she have some way to defend herself. There was always a sword by her side." Silva stopped here. A slight smile of recognition played on her face.
Thyona felt it was okay to probe further. "Did she ever have to...use her sword?"
Silva looked at her, a question in her eyes. Thyona held her gaze evenly. Silva eventually had to look away.
"No never."
"That's not true is it. On the night she died..." She trailed off.
Silva didn't answer.
"Please Silva." Thyona put her hand on Silva's, willing her to see how important this was to her. Silva turned towards her.
"I want to know." Thyona said, "I need to."
Silva sighed. "It-it is hard for me to remember, what happened." She removed her hand from Thyona's grasp.
"Your not a very good liar, Silva."
Silve looked at her quickly her mouth slightly open. Then she smiled, a sad smile.
"You are so very much like your mother." She said softly. She sighed giving in.
"I began twelve years ago..."