~X~ Prologue: Careless Memory ~X~
The silence brought by nightfall enveloped the small park.
Tick...
Parents were scurrying to gather children and get them to their cars. They were all eager to get back home before the temperature dropped further. After all, the days were getting shorter and the nights were far colder.
...Tick.
As everyone made their way out of the park, one person remained. The young man in question sat alone on a park bench, as if waiting for someone to join him.
Nobody paid any attention to him. After all, the strange young man was always sitting there by himself.
Tick...
Always.
...Tick.
The sun set and darkness fell, causing the streetlights to wake. But all they did was cast malevolent shadows across the various walkways that they were supposed to be illuminating.
As the park emptied, the only sound to be heard was that of the young man's wristwatch.
Tick... Tick. Tick... Tick.
The sound was almost deafening in the silence.
Tick... Tick. Tick... Tick.
The irritating noise was persistent, constantly clicking away and never changing.
Tick... Tick. Tick... Tick.
Continuously mocking him with each second that slipped by.
Another second of pointless existence.
Tick... Tick. Tick-
His bandaged hand covered the watch, trying to smother it into silence. He wished he could get rid of the infernal device, but the watch was part of the deal. He couldn't lose it or destroy it, he had tried millions of times over the past thousand years. Yet it was still here, mocking him. He gave up and allowed the device to continue.
Tick... Tick. Tick... Tick.
A sudden gust of cold wind swept through his short spiky hair. He quickly pulled up his hood to ward off the chill.
Just another hour or so, then he would go back home.
Tick... Tick. Tick... Tick.
The constant clicking was only broken by the occasional car passing on the nearby road. But even then the sound was only there for a moment before whisking away into the fog.
Such an insignificant moment, barely noticed, unimportant.
Just like everything else.
Tick... Tick. Tick... Tick.
Things were so fleeting now. Especially the pathetically short lives of these pointless people. They all think they are so important.
But they are nothing, barely a small blip in his eternity, despite his efforts they could never replace what he had lost.
Tick... Tick. Tick... Tick.
But he could only blame himself. After all, he had let his hatred and vengeance consume him. His single mindedness had driven everyone that really cared, away from him.
But he didn't regret it, she had deserved to be avenged. And, despite himself, he had enjoyed paying the man back for what he took from him.
His lost love.
His constant sunlight.
His pale-eyed Princess.
Tick... Tick. Tick... Tick.
For the life of him, he couldn't barely remember what she looked like anymore. Only those haunting eyes remained seared into his mind.
His hands gripped the sides of his aching head, it always hurt when he tried to remember so far back.
How did she smile? What was the exact color of her hair?
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And what was her name?
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What was her name?
