The Immortal Prince

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es, the image of the man burne

s. It’s a deep, rich sound that s

aginin

h silver tattoos standing at what I now realise is a doorway. Thankfu

as I peek through them.

ents. His dark shirt reveals the silver tattoos I thought

e irritably. They too, are silver, although have a lighter hue

ve dweller…He’s

d..." I whispe

y home,” h

Instead, he’s rather stoic, unintimidated by my presence…If I ha

en it

ce quivers, as my e

n of who he is, but he owns that title. I can even imagi

me quietly

did y

ce in.” He gestures to the door, now ajar, which I

or would he ensnare me with magic? His hands are seated casually

cold get me first, or would I slip and hit my head against a rock? So now I’m

black waves brushing against hi

ding out the knee and so cold I don't think I'm going to ha

aling my gruesome wound. The blood has dried, but not

serio

and now my hair will likely grey..." I paw at my face

their nose. "This is awfull

nd toward the doo

accepted death may alleviate my misery, or I’m finally relieved

t frightened of the firepl

, which are shade lighter and smoothed back. I don’t remember smoke coming out the top of the mountain, although the

ith a creepy spell

result. "You climbed up here, and fell into it. I'm

good when he appears mom

n old friend told me the creater of our lands hand-crafted their faces as the first instance of perfection, and sinc

he legend has beco

“I need someone to blam

ooks as though he’s restraining himself from tossin

question, yes, I

e grave. Were the effects of this fireplace on my shuddering limbs not like a drug, I would be o

g to kill me?

l tint to his

my hand against my head, squeezing my e

knee. "You're prob

e dead, so he’s not a murderer. That’s one legend about the Immortal Prince that stands to be a li

break off, test

his head

lp

you want me to help you?” When he says it aloud, I realise how unra

of his overwhelming beauty. A dimple is etched into his left cheek, complimenting his raised cheekbones and straight jawli

s tone is light, but I can’

painfully dry. "You'

his head

, is gleeful. So many people doubted this expedition would be worth it, doubted that the immortal Prince actual

at the old lady had that got my friend and I

d

pite my better judgment. "

ling to fall to my battered knee and plead with him to not only spare my life, but

notes, face drawn. "You're better off jumping off

im realise I'm a person, that I'm real and standing in front

ntire body tenses as a result, as if he can see und

rly like mortals,”

w me..." This

that fire and heat up,”

ation, I’ve forgotten my best friend, waiting out in the cold for me, probably thinki

need to tell my fr

ood frowns

of cold as I stagger unevenly with my injured knee. The end door is ajar, my failing light flickering agai

is

eeth, crying not to le

t going to survive this cold any longer. She gave up and returned home, likely thinking I’m

door, to where beyond, t

t of me, I wander slowly back down the narrow hallwa

ver the chest as he faces the blazing flames,

dge of my lip as he turn

s any worse,” he retorts, the slightes

ether I should weep, or scream. Both seem tempting, although neither would

oor, brow furrowed wi

t know she would be so literal.” I press my hand against my fore

expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are abl

s Hale,” h

no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look pe

silver ring around my finger, which colour now s

back. "You know, the lack of feeling, being very

tly. Maybe my research is for nothing, that I’v

nds his arms, giving me unspoken permission to look anywhere other than him withou

ing space, consider

s I see no bulbs anywhere in sight. There is even art hung on the walls, all depicting various landscapes

ul cave,” I tel

mm

sheepishly. Hale studies me, and then my

toward one of the do