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On the day King Edmund tried to destroy the Moonstone, it backfired and failed miserably. You know that. And you know a wave from the Moonstone struck the members of the Brotherhood in the room, the blows mainly landing on Quirin. And you also know that’s when Edmund knew that the Moonstone could not be destroyed. So he decided that it would be best for the Brotherhood to go their separate ways in order to guard and protect the Moonstone. They would refuse to allow anyone to acknowledge the Moonstone’s existence, and its power of destruction.
But Quirin knew that something just didn’t feel the same about himself on the day that he left the Dark kingdom.
A decade later, Varian was born. The young, small, baby boy had a unique look. His face was splattered with freckles like stars in the night sky, and he had round pale blue eyes like the moon. Those were normal. But the strangest thing about him was the one oddly colored strand on his head. It was as teal as the ocean water and it stood out from the rest of his black hair. Quirin knew that his son was special and different from the other kids. This was confirmed when the teal strand started to glow and turned into a glowing bright blue.
Quirin knew then that his son was somehow connected to the Moonstone. The explosion from the Moonstone had affected Quirin, maybe given him some of its magic. That was now passed down to his son.
A few months after Varian was born, words began to spread throughout all of Old Corona.
Gothel had happened to be roaming around Old Corona trying to fish some compliments from the villagers to feed her ego and also to get supplies for her and Rapunzel, when she happened to overhear a few peoples' conversation about the leader’s son. It was about how the boy was somehow odd from the rest of the children in a certain way and how he was born with a unique teal strand. Gothel had known about the Moonstone’s existence and its power of destruction. From what she had heard from the people, she assumed that the special, odd child might be the Moonstone and that she must have them to obtain ultimate power. And so her plans were set to take the Moonstone away late at night and make a run for it, like what she did with the Sundrop.
When day turned to night, Gothel traveled from house to house in search of the moon child. She was about to give up and return to the tower until she spotted a large house that had a tint of blue light forming in one of the windows. That moment she knew that she finally found it and that house must have the Moon child that she’s been searching for inside.
As she stood in front of the illuminated window, she noticed that it was slightly open, which made it easy for her to get in and take the child. She opened the window a little more so that she could easily slip in.
Upon climbing through the window, she saw the baby sleeping peacefully, the child’s hair stripe glowing brightly in wake of the full moon. Gothel grinned, knowing soon she’d have both the Sundrop and the Moonstone in her possession.
She carefully reached into the crib and took the sleeping baby into her arms, the child never once stirring. She hoped he slept like this every night. Goodness knows she didn’t need another baby waking her up by screaming in the dead of night.
With her precious bounty secured in her arms, Gothel climbed through the window once more and disappeared into the night.