Doing Something Crazy...With Your Help!

Ok...so I can't sleep tonight, and I have the craziest idea.  If I can sell books on Ebay, why not write one?  So here's the deal...all characters and story that I write belong to me.  No one else.  Not even close.  But would you guys, my dearest readers, care to help?  Follow the story...tell me where I should or should not go with this in the comments section.  And I'll write in your suggestions!  Here's the synopsis: 

Cyanna Grayce, half-elf, half-human, was left to die as an infant by her adulterous mother in the woods of Aldron.  Rescued by a slave, she was trained from a young girl to work in the local harem.  Crowned Queen of the region, this is her journey from harem to throne as she faces her own demise.

Chapter One

Aldron-Jylius 231st Era

My Dearest Claryce,

My beloved, my strong one.  You were the strength that kept me fighting all those years ago when I thought my search had ended.  Yet my troubles had only begun.  I would go and lean over your crib to watch you as you slept, praying to the Gods that you would be spared the fight that I had endured.  The fight that I began to train you for from the moment you could walk.  Could speak.  Could understand.

I myself was trained at an early age to fight, but only to defend myself.  I was never taught the subtle tricks a woman could play on the minds of men to do her bidding.  Of any race.  Or of how diplomacy could stop a fight before it had begun.  No, the Gods abandoned me to the fate of a harem beauty when they rescued me from the cold woods on the outskirts of Aldron.  I was rescued as a babe, but it wasn't until I had you that I was saved.

Claryce, I am tired of fighting, my child.  My life has been a series of abandonment, of loss, of pain with too few victories, and few words for the Muses to record in the history books.  I adore you, my beloved.  Never forget that your mother trained you well.

Sincerely,

Cyanna Grayce, Regenia of Aldron

The light from the flames flickered dark shadows across my hands as I layed the quill back in its place.  The darkened words that marred the parchment were truth, but I feared the response that they would bring.  My existance was only because I had fought for what I had.  For what I believed to be right.  For what I thought I had loved.

Yet it was all forsaken tonight when my Chief Counsel turned against me.  They turned to the Dark Ones...the elves whose mere existance was a blight upon my fair region.  Their souls burned in their garnet eyes with a hate so fierce that many an enemy had run from them when their ambassador would appear before their king.  I hated them.  Hated the counsel for turning against me.  Hated myself for not being strong enough to fight them. 

Let them learn with blood to listen to reason then.  That was my thought when the news had come my way.  Let them shatter the shield of peace that I struggled so to build and feel the throws of war once more.  I did not speak my thoughts, only turned away.  Now, as the flames flicker against the shadows that haunt my thoughts, I think back to my past.  To my beginnings and wonder how it had come to this.  Why had they betrayed me so?  Where did I fail? 

I turn then to gaze upon the reflection that stares blankly before me.  The human features of my father mar the beauty of my elven blood.  My eyes gleaming with unshed tears as I allow my gaze to fall down to the blade that lays slanted on the nightstand.  Shakily, I grasp the handle and peer down at the metal before me.  The reflection returns; mishapen as the images of my story fill my mind with the emotions I had long forgotten.  How did I reach this point.....