The Immortal Prince

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s a punish

ing here. The immortal realm, where I am to live out a not so immortal existenc

rtality belongs to

gic beyond their means. Magic to

my subconscious, jolting m

e now, shaking me. I look up at her, tresses of dark hair

ality spell,

e still seeping blood, I’m painfully aware of my sudden mo

s. "That's

ed, surely it would be here." I throw my hands up,

Oh great, the cold is probably going to kill you." Eyla covers her hands

inst it as a particularly sharp edge nip

paus

t if

ha

haping her hands like she’s clutching a ball, t

ow. "What ar

r lap, huffing out a breath.

ay from her. Not to mention, I’m not spending another near century in De

er feet. "Fine, let's check the rocks and

you're the s

ay I watch my best friend get turned into a mortal agai

Eyla. I’m unsteady, weak. The stinging from my wound is distracting, although not

here,” I direct helplessly, pressing my

g to start a fi

go outside

face, her cheeks are still crimson, her limbs agile. I imagine all healthy colour

says distastefully, forehead creasing as s

Don't forget my w

esses her fingers against her temples, squeez

elf a moment before her eye

ood?” I can’t tell if she sounds disgusted, or intrigued. I’m not in t

ck. “What kind of res

” She rubs the back o

tion of everything that entails living. Seven Sins and Seven Virtues. I have m

know an awful lot," I mutter, watching fresh b

tal Prince. The one I t

ho remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are c

sense, I would

I wouldn't have slipped into a magi

person…” I hear Eyla say

uck to my pants. "I'm going to look around,

s a pureblood up here?" Eyla cuts in

ey can h

of surviving this is already slim, so I'll take help, even if it

ve. Was it always this cold? My skin burns, my e

us tone echoing across the walls. "What if it'

ath, they don't live in so

n with ice. The heel of my palm smacks the top of my flas

o be anyone, it'

g to say his name, as

widen, expression st

t one way, I see nothing promising through the cloud of my breat

I'll go this way.” I point to the

head, jacket ru

before I freeze to death. Mi

. I don’t even have it in me to be worried about stumbling into this Immortal Prince o

nt with the limited light. "Ugh, fine. Please

,” I drawl, turni

ily. With my patch of available light getting smaller with each passing minute, I opt for

ove in the wall. Wincing, I tug my hand away, shaking it

fitted neatly into the rock,

over here,”

rom rock to rock. I keep my light trained on the wood, a

y side, breathing heavily

ooking at a door, we excha

e salvation. Eyla looks blatantly petrified, even taking an uncomf

try it?" I

a permanent fixture to her pretty fac

mor

e, g

cked or anything. Shining our lights down, it reveals another section of t

only to stumble back

es her hand up, laying it flat against a

sure? Let

o the threshold, expecting to be shoved back by magic l

d my hands out. "Woul

in this cave system knows no bounds. I get a feeling, however, that it’s n

e door closed. "Okay, then we close t

super creepy hallway?” Eyla drifts of

ing is down there, lurking in the shadows, awaiting exploration. I step t

king what I a

, but I think I change my mind.” Eyla sta

m from my flashlight. I don’t need to go far, before the slightest wave

wn there..."

the darkness like this, but the warmth is compelling

ressing herself against the wall of magic.

deeper into the hallway I traverse. The palms of my hands skate alon

Eyla. I should turn around, find another way to save myself

throwing her hands up. "I'

s against a wood struc

against my forehead

than it should ha

the wood, until my fingers knock ag

lls out. Oh, so no

nearly collapse. From what I can see peeking through the gap, the making of a home is laid out, the cave ext

, looking back at Eyla. "It'

hat's not the case, and instead, it's a kind cave-dweller that wi

this is a bad idea, to summon me back, but she doesn't. "Give

ng my breath, I open the do

ng in the centre of the