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Please don't be discouraged if this chapter is a bit hard to read or disorienting. It's meant to be.
In the clearing of the dead forest, there lies a frozen pool that emits a pale glow. Atop that icy surface sits a young woman. Fog shrouds the embankment from view, preventing her from seeing the sprawling trees that lie beyond. Above there are dark clouds on an even darker sky. They are a constant in this forest she calls home; the fog, the clouds, the night, and the cold.
Always cold.
Always dark.
She stares at the ice below her, but it is not her reflection that she sees. No, instead she sees him.
Always him.
The forest has told her his life. The trees whisper of times long past while she peers through the frosty looking glass she rests upon. She has witnessed his triumphs, she has felt his despair, and she has relished battles. She knows him better than she knows herself, in the fathomless eons of her eternity she has never been as attached to a being before. For once in her existence, she cares.
But he doesn't even know she exists.
She hears every heartbeat, sees every twitch, feels every desire. Yet still, he goes through his life ignorant of her and her tormented solitude.
He has visited this place before.
He has wandered through the trees, seen the moonless sky, felt the chill in the air. But never once has he crossed the fog that separates them. Never once has he gazed upon the frozen pond.
She has screamed her throat raw to reach him, but his ears are deaf to her cries as he soldiers onward.
Always taking on the burden of those below him, and always paying the price for it. She doesn't understand why he continues to put this torture upon himself. He has suffered, bled, fought more than anyone around him, but he still moves forward, suffering more, bleeding more, fighting more.
Perhaps that's what she admires about him. That spirit, that drive that she never had and never sought.
He is after all only mortal.
Which is why she is afraid, why she so desperately watches the ice. She sees him, and she sees his doom.
It is one of his own design.
She had just found a hint of meaning in her eternity through him, and soon it will be gone forever.
He is going to die.
She doesn't want to be alone again. She doesn't want him to die.
She could stop it, would stop it, if only he would just listen.
Yet he can't hear her, and will never hear her.
But she can still help him.
There is a flash of light from underneath the ice.
A scream.
A crack.
A fall.
Everything is dark.
Author's Note: Hello all, this is my first time doing something like this so I would appreciate hearing your thoughts on this. The rest of the chapters won't be written like this and will be longer, I just wanted to try something different seeing as its the prologue and from her point of view which is a bit warped. Next chapter is coming up soon.