Lost to the Abyss

She can see that the knight is not pleased.

He warns her briefly that this may be a trap, for he knows too well that the perfect tragic finale would be for her heart to be devoured by her own beloved. The knight sighs, leans against his sword. He is a man terse in expression, but right now he yearns to speak for as long as he can, however long it takes for her to realize that she is dancing to her doom.


The prince can feel the tingling in his blood, and knows he will transform into a black, winged menace soon. The raven princess cannot help him now—she is the one that dragged him down, deep within this bottomless chasm. His soul leaps with nameless emotions, and he catches himself wishing desperately that he could be free of the darkness.

The lovely ballerina princess infuriates him. How can she be so beautiful, so pure, while he has become such a monster?

He knows he should not steal her heart. She is his last hope, the only speck of light that can save him now.

Yet, he cannot stop himself. Even though he is evil, he is undeniably attractive, irresistible even. He thinks of the secret love she has harbored for him, and his pulse quickens. The urgings of evil deepen—to corrupt a lovely creature like her—and his resolve solidifies.

He attempts to steal the heart of another, for he knows he can seduce any girl besides her. As he had assumed she would, she appears before him. She rescues the girl—as he allows her to do—and before she can escape, he has confronted her. Her beauty makes his breath catch. Uncertainly, she curtsies.

No time for that. With a single, swift movement, he seizes her chin so she is forced to look at him directly. Like knowing mirrors, her wide blue eyes stare into his.

"Do you love me?" He demands, knowing that the evil raven is watching them from the sky.

Her lips part, but she is unable to speak. Her slim shoulders shake, as if from a tremor, and her melancholy eyes tell him that she cannot reply.

He feels a dizzying pain shoot throughout his body, and with horror he realizes that he has become a raven. Black feather sprout from his arms, a sharp, long beak elongating from his face. She is unable to hold back a sharp intake of breath, and her expression becomes horrified. He ignores the pain resonating in his heart. His hold on her simply tightens, and he repeats his insistent plea.

"Do you love me?"