I HAVE HAD A REVELATION. Oh um *clears throat and straightens imaginary tie*, I mean hi hello buenos dios bonjour, I have had a revelation. No, I didn't have a dream about white men raining down on my camp like grasshoppers (you know Sitting Bull the Battle of Little Bighorn). I just re-read The White Lily and honestly I REALLY thought it was very mediocre (I'd rather it be absolute crap than mediocre) and I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while (more like living in it and consuming my daydreams) so I thought why not give it a shot. I may or may not discontinue The White Lily. I'm kinda teeter-tottering right now, but an anvil just plunked onto the end that has continue written in sharpie on it so I'm serioudly considering discontinuing it. So you know if you wasted your time clicking on this then you might as well read it, and if you spent a whole sixty seconds reading it why not review it. Reviews are especially important for this one because I need to know rather or not anyone wants to see where this goes.
---some thoughts from the mind of....
-----(*JAWS theme plays*) xXLindseyXx (it's easier than my usual signature)
Prologue
Beginning at Twilight
An infant lay squalling on a thin sheet of newly frozen ice. As twilight closed in, the frigid air grew sharper, and her chances of survival dwindled until only a miracle was left to hope for. Her tiny grey eyes cringed into slits of deep confused fear. The wool blanket swaddling her plump little form did little to shield her from the stinging cold. Inside of her small world, she couldn't find an answer as to why she was here. All she knew was that she was scared and freezing.
What she wasn't aware of was that a pair of copper eyes had been watching her from the snow-flecked forest. The eyes emerged, and the twilight revealed a solemn regal lion. His great golden paws took steady even steps toward the ice. Without hesitation, the lion put all of his weight on the ice. The thin sheet confidently held the new weight with only a crack forming here and there. As he got closer, the cracks became wider until shards began sprouting up. One made a small incision in the delicate skin of the baby's back.
"Peace, Child." the Lion's rumbling voice commanded. The infant immediately stopped crying at the sound of this fascinating new creature. Her terrified miniature orbs stared back into the warmth of his copper eyes. He gravely pricked his left paw on a sharp edge of ice. She watched the thick crimson drop trickle down the floe, not sure what to think of it. Warm, she was warm. The infant realized that the Lion was breathing soft gentle breaths over her face. She began to slowly fade until she was no longer visible.
"She shall return." the Great Cat proclaimed, staring intently at the piece of sinking ice where the small girl had once laid.