Lance used to be a knight of the high court of the icy plains. But when the kingdom crumbled beneath the snow so did his heart. Lance was raised to project, the he also was raised to never fall in love. He did though the love of his life was the princess, the ice princess. They had grown up together, friends one royal, one common. But she loved him the same either way. On a dark day though, the day that the revolt happened everything went down to black. Lance found himself running down the burning halls screaming out for his love. Finally reaching the dance hall he saw his beloved standing surround in flames but with a small path to separate them. He ran to her with his heart only wanting to project her, but with a swift hand movement she held him back as if she wielded the air. Slowly the flames took to her body. Lance tried to get to her but the flames pushed him back. Finally after trying to reach his love the floor below gave out and lance fell hitting his head. He woke up after the fire and taken place and a small royal ring lay on his chest. Laying in the ashes of his home, in the ashes of his friends and in the ashes of his love. He stood and made his way to climb his way up the loose stones. Each climb up higher only stabbed at him with heart break. Breaking through the thin layer of ice on the ground. Pulling himself up he glanced around at the singed ice. Taking the ring and holding it up to the sun he laughed. Feeling the tears sting his eyes he placed it on his pinkie and walked off to find what he had lost.
Nightmare Montre
