Galdenia

Galdenia's POV

Leaving Yamiel to clean, I walk down the hall. Dragging my hand over the frames hanging on the walls. Mostly pictures of my mother over the centuries but I stop and stare at the only picture of my father.

I was the spitting image of him. Long straight silver hair, emerald green eyes with gold specs, and smooth ivory skin that appeared to be glowing from afar. He was a kind soul and taught me to love music. They always said I could be found playing some instrument. Many even said I use to act like him as well, till the day he died.

Rogue wolves found their way into our lands and attacked our people. My father tried to hide me in a tree. He was so concerned about me, that he didn't notice that wretched mutt behind him. I saw it tear my father into piece, having splashes of his blood land on me. In a desperate attempt to save him, my tears and heartache turned into ice crystals that pierced through that beast. I was only eight at that time and that's when we realized I cou