Dastan's Lullaby

Dastan came into the palace, only a small boy, undernourished and dirty. King Sharaman ordered for one of his favorite wives who had come from the Mediterranean but who had yet to produce him any heirs, to be Dastan's adopted mother.

Valletta looked down upon her new 'son' and thoughtfully considered him. The King told her what he had done in the market place and what his impression of him was and how he was moved to take him in. She looked and saw what the King had seen, before her stood not just an orphan from the slums but a child in need of love, care and a family. She was all too happy to grant the King's request. She had been aching for a child for years but for some reason her womb seamed to be shut. So for the opportunity to give her husband and king a son, even if not from her womb, she would try to be the best mother to the boy as she could.

After making sure he was thoroughly cleaned, his hair trimmed and clothes proper for a Prince of Persia to wear. He was given all the food he could eat and Valletta was more than happy to get to get to know her new son as well as he got to know her. She had been a bit lonely in the King's harem. Not only having been from a distant land where there was always the sea and the smell of the ocean that wafted into her home, the breeze that smelled so sweet from the mountains and the wild flowers that grew on it's craggy rocks. To Dastan it seemed like a fairytale until one day she was allowed to take him on a visit to her homeland and he got to see it all for himself as well as meet his adopted grandparents. His mother had been right, the Mediterranean was beautiful, he got to swim in the sea, eat foods he had never heard of and charm everyone he met.

Granted there were times he tried her patience with his antics, spitting pomegranate seeds at his brother among other things, she would often rub her temples and reprimand him but a charming smile and a hug from him often soothed her anger and irritation.

Valletta had been prized for her singing and one of Dastan's favorite things about her was how she would come into his room as he settled into bed for the night to lay next to him, combing her fingers through his hair as she sang lullabies to him. It was something children that didn't even belong to her loved about her. Dastan was envied for having such a loving and talented mother.

"I have a new song my son," Valletta said excitedly as she settled into her usual place next to him.

Dastan turned to her, enjoying her tender affections, ones that reminded him of his late biological mother. But he was ever so grateful for the one he had now, that loved him just as much as she would as if she had bore him herself.

Valletta cleared her throat and began the song.

"Wandering child of the earth
Do you know just how much you're worth?
You have walked this path since your birth
You were destined for more"
Valletta sang lovingly.

"There are those who'll tell you you're wrong
They will try to to silence your song
But right here is where you belong
So don't search anymore"
Valletta continued as she stroked his face.

"You are the dawn of a new day that's waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey"
Valletta furthered, her thumb stroking Dastan's eyebrow, looking into those amazing blue eyes of his.

"You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
You'll look back and you'll realize one day"
Valletta encouraged as she stroked his face again.

"In your eyes there is doubt
As you try to figure it out
But that's not what life is about
So have faith, there's a way" Valletta
comforted, knowing that this very thing hung on his mind a lot.

"Though the world may try to define you
It can't take the light that's inside you
So don't you dare try to hide
Let your fears fade away"
Valletta sang, knowing Garsiv and Tus often teased him, Garsiv being especially spiteful at times.

"You are the dawn of a new day that's waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
You'll look back and you'll realize one day

You are the dawn of a new day that's waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
Soon you'll finally find your own way."
Valletta finished as she kissed her son's brow and whispered how much she loved him, only to have Dastan move to hug her tightly. Saying how much he loved her, thanking her for being his mother. Valletta's eyes watered as she held him as hard as she dared. Happy to have a son that not only pleased her husband, the King so much but one who loved her back, so dearly. She was so proud of him, of who and what he was becoming. She had no doubt her little Dastan would grow up to do great things.


Author's notes, I was looking for something for something else entirely until I heard this song. So this is Inspired by Adriana Figueroa- Wanderer's Lullaby. So obviously the song and lyrics belong to her but the thought of little Dastan getting not only a father who loved him very much but also a mother who did also warmed my heart and this song fit perfectly. This is unbetaed so it's a little raw but it's just so sweet.

Thank you for reading.