AJChimaera

The snow flew across the forest, driven by the whistling winds. A lone figure stood watching, waiting, feeling her grace ebb ever away. All she had stayed for was gone, and so now she stood amongst where her people had once flourished, feeling the cold as any other mortal. Almost she regretted her decision, until memory of love pushed such dark thoughts aside. Ages she had spent in the company of her father and their people, secluded and safe, and she had found the courage to have hope where so many had failed. She had not sailed, she had persevered in her trust, in her love, had seen the man she loved grow to be strong, to be king, and t...