Prologue:

The man sat huddled in a dark cell. Tattered clothes clung to his slim, yet strong frame and his hair curled almost to his waist. He was shaking in the cold, alone as he always had been. He had lost count of how many years he had been confined to that cell, lost count of the birthdays that had added a year to his life and not a year to his body. He didn't remember the day he stopped aging, trapped in a magical surrounding that kept his cells from decomposing, that kept him young and alive, cursed to live in eternal darkness and torment. Once a day someone came to bring him stale bread and some water, nothing more, nothing left. The man hasn't spoken a word in decades, hasn't seen a human face in almost a century, hasn't met a single kind soul since he was a child. That was his fate, that would be his life until someone was going to be kind enough to save him from the endless nothingness, be it by getting him out of the cell or by piercing his heart with a blade of salvation. When he woke up, on a day like any other, he felt something different in him though. For the first time in his life, the first time since he had been taken into the horrific cell of darkness, he didn't feel lonely. For the first time he felt like someone was thinking about him.

A/N: Well, this is it. Just a piece of inspiration I got while rewatching the first movie last night. If it's in any way intriguing, I'd be super happy if you left a review so I know if I should continue writing it to share with someone else or just for me:) Thanks for reading! 3