Blood Ice
The snow flurried down in tiny, unique stars. He knelt on the ground and registered a cold shock as the snow melted a little onto his shins.
The lake was frozen, a sparkling mass of ice. He thought briefly of the squid and wondered where it was, if it was feeling the cold.
His head bent forward, silver-blonde locks falling into his eyes. He didn't bother to brush them away.
His hands reached into his pocket and fingered the blade before pulling it out and looking at reverently. It truly was a thing of great beauty: the handle was of delicate silver set with emeralds; the blade was inscribed with curious runes that glinted mysteriously when the caught the light of the odd lantern still shining in the castle.
He slowly lowered the knife to his hand, then squeezed his eyes shut as he drew it across his open palm. The blood began to drip onto the ice, staining it a myriad of scarlet.
'My blood I give that my enemy will heal,' he chanted, pushing his hand against the ice. The sudden cold numbed the pain somewhat, and he sighed, hoping he wouldn't have to pay too dearly for what he had just done.
A/N: people are welcome to use this as a plot bunny or as a scene in their story or whatever if it inspires them. Just please, please, please email me so I can go read it.
The snow flurried down in tiny, unique stars. He knelt on the ground and registered a cold shock as the snow melted a little onto his shins.
The lake was frozen, a sparkling mass of ice. He thought briefly of the squid and wondered where it was, if it was feeling the cold.
His head bent forward, silver-blonde locks falling into his eyes. He didn't bother to brush them away.
His hands reached into his pocket and fingered the blade before pulling it out and looking at reverently. It truly was a thing of great beauty: the handle was of delicate silver set with emeralds; the blade was inscribed with curious runes that glinted mysteriously when the caught the light of the odd lantern still shining in the castle.
He slowly lowered the knife to his hand, then squeezed his eyes shut as he drew it across his open palm. The blood began to drip onto the ice, staining it a myriad of scarlet.
'My blood I give that my enemy will heal,' he chanted, pushing his hand against the ice. The sudden cold numbed the pain somewhat, and he sighed, hoping he wouldn't have to pay too dearly for what he had just done.
A/N: people are welcome to use this as a plot bunny or as a scene in their story or whatever if it inspires them. Just please, please, please email me so I can go read it.