A Quick Mourning Dive

"Oh, please tell us a story!" Two kids exclaim as they resist their bedtime, playing every card they can. "We're not tired and you haven't told us a story in ages!" 
"Well I haven't seen you in ages, you little rug rats," he replies.  That is hardly my fault.
"We want to hear what stories you've heard while you were away," a little girl protests.
"Ya, we want a spooky story," her little brother piles on.
"A spooky story you say?  Are you two old enough for spooky stories?" The young man asks.
"Oh, of course we are, daddy tells us spooky stories all the time!" the little girl lies.
"Well... if you say so," the young man capitulates. "Have you ever heard the story of Queen Phillipa?" 
The two young children's eyes grow wide and their mouths open with excitement. "Tell us!"
"Okay," the young man says. "But let the record show. I tried to warn you. It's really spooky," and with that he leans in and opens his eyes wide to scare the little children.
The young man began in a scene setting tone looking back and forth between the two siblings, "Back before Creatos, Queen Phillipa and King Jacob Augustine ruled the land. It was much flatter then with no cliffs.  They had two children, just like you two, except their son was the oldest and their daughter was the youngest."
"So it was the opposite!" the little boy piped in.
"Shhhh!" his sister softly elbows him. "Let him tell the story!"
The young man chuckles, "Yes. The opposite.  One day, their daughter was gone. People all around the kingdom began to chatter.  The king and queen said she had fallen ill and tragically passed away. Shortly after there was a funeral.  Now, people who work in the castle are held to very strict rules and about gossiping the goings-on of the royalty.  They could be punished by death if certain conversations or events were leaked to the public.  Nevertheless, word got out that their daughter had not died, but instead had simply disappeared.  The king and the queen were devastated, but didn't send out search parties or raise alarm. None of it made sense!"
The children were glued to the story, gripping their blanket to their chins. "What happened next?!"
"Well, things eventually returned to normal, but the king and queen were never the same. They seemed sad and had lost the moon of their night sky.  Now it was just them and their new born son. Time went on and the king resumed being king, albeit one who seemed to be weighed down by the weight of his crown more and more each day.  The queen though, Queen Phillipa, was never the same. Some say she drifted through the palace like a ghost.  That she often wouldn't answer people when addressed as if she didn't hear them. As if she was somewhere far away.
Years passed and whispers had grown louder that the mad queen Phillipa was a shell of her former self.  Simply crushed with grief and could never recover.  Right up until the Penta Caelum formed and saved us from the invasion.  
Lore has it, that when Creatos was lifted to the heavens, Phillipa was too close to the gods who had taken her daughter. That her daughter was actually a demon.  Right before the king lost his throne, the queen left the castle and walked all the way to Pollex. She stood on the edge of the abyss and called to her daughter, to which she heard a reply from below.  So she cast herself off the cliff to be with her daughter once again."
"Wait! Really? She really did it?" the little girl asks with her eyes just peaking out from the blanked.  Her little brother already completely covered for safety.
"She did," the young man confirms. "And to this day, it's said that if you walk to Pollex and listen on a quiet night, you can hear her moans of sorrow. She still hasn't found her daughter, but still drifts around the depths now, like she did for years around the castle."
The young man concludes with a smug grin. "Spooky enough for you?"
He is met with two silent nods. 
"Good! Now off to bed both of you. Your parents will be home and I'm not getting in trouble for not having you in bed before they get back," the young man stands up and blows out the candles. "Sleep tight."