The Immortal Prince
Midika walking together with a living crystal of snowunder her feetlast crawl before we walkdashing through the snow in a pair of broken skis
I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock.
They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean.
Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel.
If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here.
Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal.
“I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.