#archetypeoverlap

Imagine, a Darkness so thick and suffocating, you can't hardly breathe, and with what little air you do have, you give a long soundless shriek of terror.  You are dying and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Your one piece of hope lies dead on the floor by your own hand, a wicked blade plunged deep in the remains of his chest.you killed him in your mindless terror, in a attempt to flee from cold chilling Darkness.  Suddenly, there is brightness.  Fire. It engulfs you, burning and scorching, melting your flesh, charring your bones,  as you scream. And you're awake, shivering in a cold sweat, turning over to check and see if he is alive, your hands roaming along his back, reassuring yourself he's alive. He stirs, mumbling in his sleep, asking if you're okay and you whimper and nestle against him, terrified to close your eyes and sleep. So you lie there, in the dark, as thoughts of guilt and remorse thrum in your skull. She-Who-Made-you's words, like knives, bury themselves in your weak heart. " you shall never be free of me,nor will you survive out there. You will return to me." The Young princess, she who fled the safety of her gilded cage for the unknown terrors of the wilds, all on the promise made by the dusty traveler who had been struck by her beauty and his wish to end his loneliness. Those who listen to her tale, send a prayer to the gods that this pair of young people shall no longer be plauged by misfortune, and that they have a happy ending. .. Fin~

Grand high blood

i miss you so much, i just want to be near you. every second of every day.just near you to know i'm not alone....