March 21, 2010

“Another dreamless night?”
I turn around in the darkness, eyes searching for something.
“Who’s there?” I yell, frightened.
“Have you ever wondered why you can’t dream?” Says the creepy voice once again from the dark.
I shiver and reply “Why don’t I dream?”
“Because you’re not human.”
I stand totally stunned in the dark, who is this who haunts me so? I don’t reply.
“Yes… you’re not human. Humans? What takes them apart from the animals? Their dreams, their ability to imagine. Something that you lack.”
I begin turning in circles, the voice must be coming from somewhere.
I ask slightly louder and more frightened than before “Why can’t I dream?”
A chilling laugh fills the night and the clouds move out of the way of the moon for a split second, revealing large shining teeth, smiling in front of me. I lunge forward, once again in darkness, but there is nothing there.
“What makes a human a human? Hmm? Is it his brain? Or is their a spiritual force such as the soul giving life to more than we give it credit for?”
There is a silence. Scared and sweaty I yell “WHY CAN’T I DREAM!?”
“Because you’re my son.” Replied the voice.
I shiver in the cold dark night. My eyes begin burning, I try to open them but it hurts. I hold them open for a split second and watch as my surroundings are eaten away right in front of me by a green light. My eyes slam shut and I put my hands over my ears as my body feels as if it were in a tornado.

My eyes stop burning, I place my hands down and feel around me. I am in my bed. It is completely dark, I dare not move for I fear beings in my room. Realising how silly it is I get up and switch the light on. I go to the window and look out at the moon. I hear a small chuckle from outside and I freeze.
“Soon my son… Soon you will turn to the darkness and realise your powers. Soon you will not need dreams. For I will give them to you. Soon my son, soon you will kill.”
A face presses itself against the window, like a dead corpse pale and stitched all over with a big white smile. I run to the phone and call the police but am soon unable to speak, realising I have no mouth. I rush to the kitchen, pulling out a knife I cut myself a mouth. Screaming, I run back to the phone, I pick it up, and a sinister voice answers.
“You’re mine. You will do what I tell you. Lord of the Shadows, you will dream. Lord of the Shadows… I will make you dream….”

The Story

March 19, 2010

There is a beginning, to every story.

Time has a beginning.
Space has a beginning.
Life has a beginning.
Magic has a beginning.
Love has a beginning.
All the worlds, linked to the same beginning.

All stories start at the start.

But… if the beginning can only start at the end, then we must skip forward…

The Gods, Goddesses, Deities and all manner of mythical beings had created a complex and intertwining of realities and worlds, religions and history.
In between these realities, lay the world of the Gods. Heaven.
Not as you know it. It was simply, the Wood between Worlds, Betwixt and Between, The World Terminus, a Realm of Nothingness. The God’s Dominion.
Here lay the heart of all worlds, a complexity and image indescribable.
Together, in a new dimension there came into existence. Life, as you know it.
But life for these beings would be different. Gaia decided that these people would not be meat capable of thought. They would be closer to the Gods. And Gaia, spat into the depths of Earth’s heart. Here was the pool of life, a lake of Souls. Within it, a spiritual essence which would posses each new birth only to come back to the pool to be reused for a new birth.
Gaia left this world to its own foundations, its own deities and Gods, Magicians and Mages.
Over time this world grew and so did its population. But there were not enough souls……..

And so souls split. And split again and again over time. And as time went on people had less of a soul… less of a conscience.
Those born lucky enough to have a whole soul were granted powers. They became magical protectors. Mages, Wizards, Deities. But if they lived wrongly, their soul would fracture, and the next uses of that soul would not be blessed with such wisdom…..

One such, born with a soul made whole…. Was the Winterheart. A young boy, foolish, in love…..

God of the Winter season…. Told to future generations as a fairytale… so it will be for you…….

Once upon a time, lived a young boy…..

This boy lived in a glorious self created paradise from which he controlled his season for all the worlds in all the realities. He was quite blessed. This boy was born, just like you. A baby with not just a guilt free conscience, but a guilt free soul. This boy was blessed growing up, he discovered he could control Winter.
Growing up along everyone else, he new he was different to everyone, and not just by his powers. He was guilt free and not tempted by sin.
But he was not all powerful, and was easily overpowered by a girl… whom had the power of Love.
Love, a power the boy could not control as he saw her for the first time. Is fleshy heart pumped quicker and he got dizzy at the sight of her.
She was magnificent.
Lush blonde hair dangled gracefully at the side of her soft pale face, her blue eyes dancing in their frames.
He could not compare, glowing Green eyes he had, with his tree bark brown hair covering his face.
But fate had more in store for him. They were to fall in love; he was to reveal his innermost secrets to her…..

But life and love would not be kind, he had a duty, he was a guardian and if to keep his soul pure he had to fulfil duties. He must abandon his hearts desire.
He must leave…..

Standing on a bridge made from what looked as if water floating in space, solid fire, earth and a liquid wind he walked across from his world of birth into his world of Destiny.
But he had taught her some of the secrets of magic, could she possibly find him? That was silly, he hadn’t dare tell her… Once at home in his own world he travelled to the brilliantly created Rabbit Hole upon the tallest hill. Inside he crawled, as he crawled he felt like he passed through a barrier of every colour in existence, some he hadn’t never seen, and others he was sure his eyes could not comprehend…..

He fell, face first into a dirt pile. As he stood up and looked around he saw what looked like and ordinary house, furniture created in mud and dust. The house was filled with different style clocks, some with different times, he was sure, for different places, and others odd. Some moved backwards in time, others did not move, and some he noticed were not pointing at numbers at all, but at images of what appeared to be windows out viewing other worlds, and some had more than one handle, with names upon them, moving to writing upon the clocks, he’s eyes drawn long and hard upon where a one and twelve would normally be, reading: DEATH and BIRTH…..

‘Why, hello there!’
He jumped. He turned around and there, sitting upon a young labelled ‘Honey’ in the corner of the room, sat a big white Rabbit.
‘How can I help you young Winterheart? Surely your duties are not too difficult for your talents?’ He said with a wide grin, looking disturbingly unnatural.
‘No… no, not at all’ Said the boy, taken aback. Why was he so shocked to see a Rabbit in a Jacket? ‘It’s just…. I heard a rumour, from a little bird.’
‘Aha, those little blue birds have been gossiping again I see.’
‘Yes… well…’ The boy scratched his head quite uncomfortably, he wasn’t so adept to this world yet. ‘Well, they told me you could, kind of travel through the worlds using your rabbit holes?’
‘Why yes’ Said the Rabbit, hopping off the honey and bouncing over to stare into the eyes of the Winterheart. ‘Not just through the worlds young boy but through time and space!’
The boy didn’t know what to say, and tried to avoid the gaze of the Rabbits orange eyes.
‘Well young boy. You came her with purpose I suppose?’ Said the Rabbit with irritation in his voice.
‘Yes, I was wondering… could you please take this letter to someone for me?’
He held up a brown envelope.
‘Who do you wish it do be delivered to?’ Asked the Rabbit curiously, taking the letter and twirling it around in his fingers.
‘A girl. Her name is-‘
‘Names will not help me find her. What will help me find her is her connection to you. What does she represent to you?’
‘I… don’t quite understand.’ said the boy with a cheeky grin across his face.
‘Were they your, mother, father, mortal enemy perhaps? Brother, sister, someone who taught you a life lesson? I want to know their connection. Only then can my tunnel show me the way.’ He said quickly with annoyance in his voice.
‘Well…’ the boy thought for a moment before deciding upon an answer. ‘They’re my soul-mate.’
‘Well,’ said the Rabbit. ‘That is easily done. But first, what shall I get for doing this? What is my reward?’
‘Reward?’ said the boy looking dumb-struck.
‘Am I to believe I am doing this as a favour, to someone who I needn’t do a favour for?’ He asked looking mutinous.
‘I err… what do you want?’
‘Boy I will not have this in my house, asking favours and then making me put in the effort for my own reward, I WILL NOT HAVE THIS!’ He yelled some of the furniture in his house dissolving into a wet mud.
‘Your enemy, the bear, shall sleep in winter!’ Yelled the Winterheart, desperate, he needed her to understand.
The Rabbit seemed to have grown in size, but now appearing to be calmed began to look smaller again.
‘This is a good reward. I shall take your soul barer your letter.’
And off he hopped down a hall and all was silent. The boy sat, breathing heavily, and finally began climbing out the Rabbit hole, back to the land that was his…..

Years had passed. Still the Winterheart was cold. His love was gone. He felt as if his soul had been broken. If so, what was the point of this job? Everywhere winter came and left like a wild untameable mood swing.
He sat upon a log, around him the Yggdrasil sat frozen and lifeless like.
Years had passed since, but it seemed like the blink of an eye, like the suffering wasn’t enough, he deserved worse, like he knew he should be punished for her death. He wanted everyone to be cold, and numb like he was now.
Death had taken her away. Death, a being that could not reach him… How was his soul to move on? There was deeper magic than he ever understood…. He needed to know.
Down the colour filled Rabbit Hole he fell, though for him they were but grey.
His knees sunk deep in the mud, and there sitting upon a honey jar atop the mud table sat the White Rabbit.
‘I was wondering when you would come.’ said the Rabbit calmly. ‘I am not taking you.’
Confused but curious the Winterheart stood up.
‘Not taking me where?’
‘We will get there eventually, metaphorically speaking.’ said the Rabbit in a quizzical tone.
‘I need to know why I will not die. Wont my soul need to go on?’
‘Your soul needn’t go on, there are too many ill people within the world that birthed you that if you were to go on, not matter, your soul would split. You are one of the last who are whole.’ He stated as a matter-of-fact.
‘But I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t care. I don’t want to live!’ The boy screamed in a rage.
‘That is not up to you,’ said the Rabbit, pointing at him with a bluish Carrot. ‘The Gods have decided.’
‘Typical human,’ Said the Rabbit growing in size. ‘I have no idea what Gaia saw in you.’
‘Yes Gaia, you silly boy.’ The Rabbit was now almost his height.
‘But… isn’t that just a story. Mythology?’
‘Typical human arrogance!’ Spat the Rabbit.
‘My letter,’ said the boy in a completely different tone. ‘It reached her early. Before I left actually. Why did that happen?’
The Rabbit stood looking at him, slowly shrinking in size.
‘I think,’ he said. ‘You should have a seat.’
The boy sat down slowly watching the Rabbit, a peculiar feeling struck him… was the Rabbit showing sadness?
‘After you left,’ said the Rabbit sighing heavily. ‘The girl killed herself.’
He was not looking at the boy in the eyes, but the boy stared at the Rabbit waiting for him to continue.
‘The only say,’ the Rabbit went on. ‘For her to get your letter, was before you left or else she killed herself in grief over her love of you.’
The Rabbit finally looked him in the eyes.
‘Now normally, I am not meant to meddle with time, fate, usually has its course set… certain things though, can change fate…. Magic, is not one of them, magic can be used like a tool, to help one access time. But love is one such this that can alter time. And so I was able, to give her you letter, altering fate… love… ha, it is quite mysterious, I don’t understand in myself.
I am sorry for your loss. She was a charming girl. I watched her from a nearby hole. She cried very much for you… but you must move on. With life comes death. It is one of the grand mysteries.’
‘Why then,’ said the boy speaking at last. ‘Am I not allowed to die, if it is part of life.’
‘Death will come in time my boy. Nothing last forever.’
‘Our love will last forever.’ Said the Winterheart, tears building in him eyes.
‘Yes, well, like I said. Love is mysterious. But it cannot conquer death.’
‘Why not? Why can’t our love keep us together? Sometimes, I feel her inside of me.’
‘Love creates a special bond, I don’t deny it, it is a powerful bond. But two things are certain in life. Life and Death. You cannot escape them.’ The Rabbit gazed intently on the blue Carrot and it changed into a magnificent gold.
‘With our bond, I can bring her back… I can find her soul… you can take me there, to her soul. Can’t you? Love will make it possible.’
He knew he sounded crazy and he was just grabbing at things in the dark, but he needed to try.
‘My boy, I am not willing to experiment with it. The results could be disastrous.’
‘Like what?’ asked the boy, uncaring.
‘Well, if it disrupts the circle of fate in which the souls are to take, it could destroy the fabric of that realm, leaving a whole in time, in which all other realities would collapse. It would mean the death of everyone. It could possibly even damage the God’s realm, leaving nothing. Could you imagine, absolute nothing?’ The Rabbit was looking afraid, and he seemed to be smaller than usual.
‘But there was nothing to begin with?’ said the boy, a small smile appearing on his frost-bitten face.
‘My boy, how can there be nothing without something? You have once again shown arrogance. Fate isn’t circle, created fate is circle. Fate is random. And everything came into existence due to fate. Life exists because of now. It didn’t start at the beginning. Now story starts at the beginning you fool, everything starts later on!’
The Winterheart sat for a few minutes, confused, trying to take it all in. Then he spoke.
‘Take me,’ he said. ‘Take me to her soul. I’m going to try. I have to.’
The Rabbit raised an eyebrow at him, taking him in for the moment. He raised his carrot and looked at it. It was now pink and becoming love heart shaped.
‘Curious,’ he said. ‘Very curious.’
He wasn’t even looking at the green eyed Winterheart who know stood tall and sure in front of him. He spoke and as he did his voice cracked.
‘I love her,’ he said ‘I love her.’….

But the Rabbit wasn’t interested in words, his Carrot was enough for him.
Later on the Winterheart had always thought that the Rabbit had been the most strange thing he ever encountered as he sat there, hand in hand with a young girl who’s once blonde hair and then black hair was now the same brown as his and her blue eyes now brownish green.
He had saved her. But split his soul to do so. She now shared his.
His love had worked.
They lived billions of years together in the bizarre worlds of reality and warped reality.
Until together, they parted with death. And their souls rejoined as one.
A whole soul, of the two lovers.
And the soul passed to a young boy. But although the soul was whole, it was scarred and so he was not dutiful, and was given life.

There is an end to every story.
This is the end to theirs.
And the beginning, of their sons.

One average day, sitting at a park, with the most beautiful girl…………..

7 Years Later

March 18, 2010

Silently he walked down the cold concrete path. He stopped, breathing the cool night air he began searching within his cloak. Pulling out a large metallic lighter he flicked open the lid releasing a large flame. The flame blew and cracked in the wind, but lit up enough around him to see.
He staggered towards a small bush of bright pink flowers, not visible in the cool of this Winters night. Under the light of the flame they glowed, brighter than the stars. The cloaked man looked around, almost paranoid if anyone was watching, and wanting the beauty of these flowers to belong to himself. He reached into his cloak, reaching within his seemingly endless pocket and pulling out a small book. Bright blue with small grey spots covering it. He opens it to a blank, and gleaming white page. Picking the most beautiful flower of the bunch, he places it within the pages and presses it closed slowly.
Looking around himself, he places the book within the pocket of the cloak, and closes the lid of the lighter. The light of the flowers vanishes, and they disappear from reality. He removes the hood of his cloak. The man is old. Greying hair and dimly sit eyes with a hidden sadness behind them. The cool wind blowing the hair across the front of his face, he shivers. The wind penetrates his body and sees deep inside him, knowing his innermost secrets. It knew. It knew what scared him.
That one day… the shiver…. oh it had been too long. How many more were there?
“One more.” He said, voice breaking, difficult to speak.
He was close to death.
He began walking again. Soon he found himself at the foot of a mountain. In the distance he could hear the heiress singing. She would notice and come for him. He stumbled up the hill, old and fragile, deep in thought. The heiress of Silence. The voice of Wind. How he would pay for taking her flowers.
Reaching the crest, he removes the cloak. Standing, naked and his wrinkled old body. It would not do.
He reached down and pulled the little blue book out of the cloaks pocket, opening up he pulled out the flower and placed it in his mouth, swallowing a burst of life came to him as he felt as if he had been born a new. He holds his arms out and inspects his hands.
They were young…. he had young hands. Reaching into his cloak he pulled out a diary, a glass of gleaming yellow dust and the lighter. He poured the dust into a pile on the ground and set it alight with the fire from the lighter. Holding the diary in his hands he spoke very little again.
“Take me home.” He said as a harsh wind blew, blowing his cloak off the cliff.
She was here.

He placed the diary with the fire and closed his eyes.
Death would come soon.
He hadn’t been fast enough.
He would never see her again…. he could still see her face clearly in his mind… and it had been so long…

He opened his eyes. He was atop the mountain on a bright summer day. He had escaped.

He was home.

Lost Keys

March 14, 2010

“God I’m thirsty.” The young boy said stroking his throat.
“Me too.” Replied the beautiful young blonde, he was sitting with.
“I’d slaughter a village of crippled nuns right now for a beer or something.” He stated, standing up and cracking his back.
“That’s evil.” She said, pulling a sour face.
“What do I care? Oh that’s right I don’t!” He laughed cockily.
“Sometimes you scare me.” She said, standing up shaking her head.
“Meh, I can live with that, doesn’t particularly phase me.” He added, walking away from the park where they sat.
“What’s up with you lately? You’ve been acting different?”
“I just don’t care anymore. I’ve been doing the same old bullshit for my entire life. I’m sick of it. I don’t fucking care anymore. I hope Dinosaurs come alive and take over the world just so something would fucking change. Ya know?” He bent down inspecting the ground.
“What exactly do you want to change?”
“This! Everything! Life if just one bullshit after another, ya know? Ugh, some days I feel like packing my bags, hopping on a train and just going. I don’t even care where!” He said, a slight anger building in his voice.
“Please don’t!” She begged, before realising she had done it. “It’s just… I’d miss you.” She said, blushing slightly.
“Why?” He said, still starring at the ground still.
“Because you’re funny. Life would be boring without you.”

A chill filled his spine and he felt as if he was possessed. His teeth gritted together and his hand tightened a grip of his jeans. “So I should stay here so everyone else is fucking entertained? Am I their fucking play toy?”
He rose slowly to his feet, walked over and starring at her in the eyes he spoke in a cold whisper.
“You’re very beautiful. But I am sick of it. All of it. Sorry.”
Slowly his head moved in and he gave her a slow, sensual kiss placing his hands softly around her hips. After a short pause he moved away and they stared into each others eyes for the longest of times. Then he left. Without anymore words, he was gone.

7 Years Later

At a small park, in a small town a boy and a girl stood staring into each other eyes.
“So you’re back?” She said, her mouth barely moving.
“I’m back.” He said plain and calmly.
“Are you the same person?”
A look of shock filled her face. She had awaited this day for seven whole years. Trying hard not to forget his face or his voice, saving everything for him. To hear this almost broke her heart.
“I am not the same person anymore. I have travelled the world. I have had many adventures… some you might not even believe…” He sighed, looking at the ground.
He was looking at the ground! She recognised this! It was him!
“Try me. I’ll believe a lot.” She said, a small smile filling her face.
“I fell in a worm hole.”
He waited for a response there was none.
“If you think seven years is a long time to wait, try waiting five thousand.” He said with a gloomy smile. “I have travelled for so long seeking to return. Now… now that I see you, it hurts my eyes. You are still beautiful. I….”
Before he could finish his sentence they found themselves in each others arms, embracing each other.
Together, holding hands, leaving towards home they spoke very little. Being together was enough.

What was lost is now found.
What was locked is now open.
What was loved, shall always be.
Time changes people.
Their looks, their attitudes.
But it cannot touch your soul.


March 14, 2010

She stands on the gleaming white snow, note in hand, as the icy wind blows her long blonde hair over her face. She stares of towards the mountains, tipped with snow. She is on the edge of a cliff, the only sounds she hears is the howling of winds and wolves. The clouds slowly move over the sun, darkening the scene. She squints at the mountains as if looking for something. She directs her attention away and towards the note. Written on aged brown parchment she reads the tale. The two lovers. The tale of Winter. The Winterheart. Her hands begin to shake as she reads. Her blue eyes watery, as the warm tears trickle down her cold face. She falls to her knees, denim jeans sinking into the thick snow. The tears start flowing out, the strong wind blowing them off her face as they freeze in mid-air. She releases the letter and it is blown of the cliff and slowly descends towards the icy lake below. She places her hands down grabbing at the snow, weeping. She stops and relaxes, standing up she wipes the warm tears away with her frost bitten hands. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a dark purple candle, placing it down into the snow so it stands up without needing her. She again reaches into her pocket pulling out two brilliantly lit stones, glowing green.
‘The eyes of Winterheart.’ She says to herself, the words blowing away quickly in the wind. She lowers herself down to the candle. She claps the stones together creating a puff of green smoke. She throws up her hands, catching the smoke before it can be blown away. She places her hands near the wick of the candle and blows, setting it on fire. She stands up and steps away, the fire is not effected by the wind. The fire glows a bright orange but begins to darken and change into a soft blue and slowly into the brilliant green of the stones. The purple candles wax begins to melt off, revealing below it a brilliant green wax. She smiles to herself. She kneels back down and places each hand on top of the fire, but it does not burn her. She begins chanting. But not in a human language, in a language only the earth, water and wind would understand. The snow around her begins melting and green grass beneath shows, as it stretches out trees begin to appear and soon she is not even in the same area, as if the world around her was eaten away by another. She stands up, inspecting the area her beautiful blonde hair fades into a drizzly black. She stands on beautiful green grass wet with dew, the candle collapsing into dirt. She is in the shade, the beautiful Yggdrasil trees covering as far as she could see. Water still dripped from them, it had recently rained here…. But there was no sign of him. No sign of the Winterheart.
‘You like them?’
She turned to see who had spoken. There was no one there.
‘I planted them myself. They were rather hard to find seeing as there was only one left in existence. The seeds were difficult to grow because they don’t feed on sun and water, but rather magic. The moon and suns glow and spiritual essence of the forest animals.’
A young man hopped down from a tree in front of her, his eyes the same colour as the stones she had used. He had brown hair, almost like the wood of the trees. He wore a black hooded jumper and denim jeans. He stood smiling at her.
‘You look different’ He said ‘Your hair use to glow like the sun.’
‘I had too find you.’ She said, barely opening her mouth,
‘I know you did. I’m sorry I left. But… I had to. I didn’t want to, but this… I’m sorry.’ He finally spat out.
‘It’s been a long time.’ she said.
‘Yet you haven’t aged a day’ He laughed ‘Maybe it’s the Yggdrasil?’
‘These Ash trees?’ She questioned
‘You delve into magic to find me, yet you still know so little.’
‘I’m not a mage.’ She retorted.
He nodded his head and looked down.
‘When did you get my letter?’ He asked.
‘The day before you left.’
He looked up, almost scared.
‘Before I left? Then…. why didn’t you stop me?’
‘I tried. But… I couldn’t do it. The Winter needs the Winterheart. The world needs it’s life source.’
‘How did you track me down?’ He insisted on knowing.
‘I went to Africa, to the Baobab.’
The Baobab?’ He said face shocked.
‘Yes I found the Baobab. I climbed down and into the underworld where I was able to make a deal with Hades having been protected by gods thumb. I said I owned the Winterheart, he had told me he was mine, so he belonged to me. Hades said he had not the power to give me him. But he told me how to find you.’
‘How’s that?’ He asked curious and slightly amused.
‘He said I could get to you by using the sight of the Winterheart. But to get the sight I would need to make a deal with Brekyirihunuade if I wished to get to you.’
‘A deal with Brekyirihunuade? I’m amazed you could remember the name.’ He laughed.
‘I’m not stupid’ she said sternly. ‘Anyway, he gave me the stones of sight. Which could see whatever you loved most. Mine was you. So they saw whatever you saw, so using them would teleport me to you. Wherever you were, because they saw where you were. But I needed a way to teleport. The candle of Asgarther.’
‘Asgarther? That’s a myth, like, seriously, even to gods, deities and mage’s it’s a myth. There’s is nothing what-so-ever to support it. It’s just a story.’ He exclaimed, not believing.
‘I know that’ she said. ‘The search took a long time. A very long time. The Kingdom of Asgarther it turns out was in fact Camelot. A magical city hidden in the confines of Earth. Created by a mage Merlin purely by accident. But it was powerful. So Odin sent Loki to steal it, which caused the downfall of Camelot, but what can you do.’ She said with a big smile on her face.
‘You must be joking.’ he said, stunned.
‘Nope.’ She said smiling with glee, her black hair begin to look lush and beautiful in the eyes of the man. ‘But Cernunnos got to Loki before Loki got to Odin and he hid it. To where even he couldn’t reach. So none could use it for evil, or for self centred use.’
‘Where did he hide it?’ The boy asked.
‘Ginnungagap.’ She said, eyes going suddenly lifeless.
‘You went to Ginnungagap!?’ He exclaimed, looking guilty.
‘I made my way North to Niflheim where I found the candle at the bottom of an ordinary well. I stood for a while reading over your note before I made the decision to come.’
‘You know what would have happened?’ He asked looking sad.
‘I would have lived for about six hours before dying.’ she said another tear leaking down her face.
‘Lucky for you, this place is filled with the magical of the Yggdrasil and Fountain of Youth. So all that happened was your hair changed colour for using the candle. But sadly, though others would be immortal here. You will die in time.’ He said saddened.
‘I know,’ She said regaining her smile ‘But I came for you. That’s all I want.’
He smiled and they moved in and kissed each other, their lips touching softly as they felt the warmth they hadn’t felt in so long.
They sat at the stump of a tree drinking soft drinks listening to the sound of the forest and it’s animals.
‘You’d have thought, we’d be drinking tea or water or something, now.’ The girl joked.
‘Oh well human. Look at us in our jeans and modern clothes drinking our carbonated sodas, we just don’t fit the scene.’ He said poking his tongue out at her.
‘Hey look what you’re wearing Mr. Winterheart. I’m just a human, you’re the God of a season and wearing the same as me!’
‘Yes, well, looks like I wont be doing my job for a while.’
‘Why’s that?’
‘You’re more important to me. And I will never leave you again.’ He said.
Smalls drops of rain begin to fall as the sun beamed down brightly on them. They sat upon the stump hugging each other, making jokes and having fun for many years. Years later, she died and Winter returned. It was the coldest Winter ever. The Winterheart had returned. He was as cold as ever. His warmth had left him….