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The roar could be heard and felt across the frozen tundra, the arctic plains trembling in fear. I, too, was shaking, but more because of the bitter cold. I had grown accustomed to the Ice beast's rather quick temper as I made my trek; but thinking back, he wasn't always that way. "Would you care for some wine, my dear?" He asked, looking at me and grinning. Only, he wasn't so large and covered with fur. One would not find him familiar or cow in submission; but rather, be taken in by a warm and charming charisma. For, his teeth were straight and white, and not dinged, yellow fangs. This was the man I loved. "Perhaps later, my love," I said, yawning. "I can hardly keep awake. I think I'll go take a quick nap before dinner." I kissed him lightly and went up the stairs to our bedroom, crawling under the covers. Had I known that it would have been the last time I saw him, I would have never shut my eyes for an instant. But through the window as I was fast asleep, a man snuck into my home. He had an inexpressive face with long hair braided down the back. I learned that his name was Iron Heart, but only after I was drugged and taken far away into the foreign kingdom of Kugnae. He said that tales of my beauty had been told across the lands, and that I was to be his. No matter how often I objected, how often I refused, he would never allow me to leave and go back to my soul mate. It felt like a part of my heart was numb, and I remember crying myself to sleep, because I knew that my husband had thought I left him. And I knew that it destroyed him, turned him into something evil and vicious called the Ice beast. And I also knew that Iron Heart was perpetually paranoid that he would come looking for me, so often times he would quest young ones to defeat the Ice beast, pairing them with traveling shoes and empty words of couragement. And then one day Iron Heart had drunk too much root liquor, and passed out on the bed, forgetting to lock the door. I struggled with the decision at first, I knew that if I was caught, I would be severely punished for my escape. But I swore that no matter the repurcussions, I would risk a thousand beatings just to have one more glass of wine with my husband. I left everything and ran, as fast as I could. I ran until my stomach hurt, across the kingdom into the beaches of Dae shore. And that is how I arrived at where I am now. I wonder if he'll recognize me, a woman with more lines than I would care to count on my face. The lava is a new part of the scenery that I am unfamiliar with, so I hop across it with care. Men with more training than I have lost their lives on this unforgiving terrain. I have never been so nervous in my entire life. I hear another roar, and a large, white figure emerges, expecting another fight. It looks at me curiously, sniffs and takes a step back. I don't know why, but I manage a small smile and wipe the tears from my face. A bright light flashes, blinding the landscape. My eyes recover and I see a man, his face is streaked with tears. I would have collapsed there, and sobbed on the ground had his strong hands not picked me up and embraced me. We're both finally home again, at long last. -SendTheDawn | |