Amorose
Legacy Name: Amorose

Long ago, a young queen fell ill out of surprise.... Nobody saw it coming. Without hesitation, she was whisked away and put into safety within the arctic. Two guards went with her: Amorose and Archir. The guards stood by her side through thick and thin, guarding their beloved monarch, letting none pass, much less steal the precious items her room's gates withheld. Days passed and soon turned into months, which transitioned into years. A handful of legends told of what became of these guards, for many only crossed their paths once, unable to find them ever again...It was almost as if they had been swept away from the blizzard. Some say that they had turned to stone where others said they became part of the Arctic. That...their hair turned white and skin became tanned from what sunlight came through. Their eyes had lost color and froze into the hue of ice and their clothing clung to the snowflakes that drifted upon them, turning them white. Many believe the second legend. Every year, visitors cross their paths and welcome them. You hear of this story, and go to visit them yourself. They are welcoming company, and even sit to play a game with you to pass the time. When you leave, they say their farewells and you turn around. Now that you think about it, you forgot something. You turn on your heel to speak again. Where is everybody?

The snow crunches beneath our feet as I am led to two tall, silver gates surrounding an encased room. Standing at the gates is a young man, almost my age, with black hair and tall build. He wears the same armor as I, and his skin almost a caramel color. He is staring into the intricately carved pieces of metal, watching as the Queen is wrapped up into the warmth of her blankets by a young girl who will live in the room with her. The frail woman seems young for a queen, but her pale skin ages her beyond her years. Her once silky hair is frail and coarse appearing, having lost its shine over the weeks of harsh illness. She sees us peering into her room, and flashes a weak yet encouraging smile our way, thanking the young girl for the warm blankets. Lying down, she falls into a relaxed rest. I turn towards the man beside me, wanting to ask who he is. Before I can speak, weapons are handed to us, some set into a vault hidden in the walls of the gate. I am given a Katana, and I choose to fasten it to my waist. The man is given a bow, arrow, and quiver. He makes the decision to set his quiver on the snowy ground behind him. Our escorts bid us a farewell, and disappear into the blizzard.