Prologue
Icy winds bit at his still form and pried at his hands, causing him to clutch his cloak all the more tighter to him. The cold stung his face but it was no colder than his frozen soul, his heart of ice.
He gazed across the lake, taking in its wintry beauty, drinking in its silence. Tears ran down his face and he looked down at the red rose he held in his hand. A shaking hand came up to his face, touching the salty water that dripped from his eyes. It finally grasped the white mask that covered half of his face, feeling the smooth leather.
He ripped it off him and looked at the mask for the last time.
" My dear, we shall meet again. I swear it."
He muttered a word to the mask and there was a faint glitter, but it was gone before it could be noticed. Attracting the attention of a black bird, he tied the mask to its leg.
" Go, fly this to him. He will know what to do with it." He stroked the raven tenderly,
" You have served me well Mordicae. I pray you give this to him as quickly as you can."
He threw the messenger in the air and watched it sadly as it flew away into the distance, a black speck in the white sky. He looked down, and began to feel his strength waning. He placed a hand tenderly on the cold stone of the grave marker.
" He will see, that we will meet again." He fell to his knees, a dizzying sensation as his black hair turned to pure white, whiter than the snow where her grave lay, where the rose that he had given her.
He died then; his last glance of the world was her face, large chocolate colored eyes and brown curls. " My dear Christine… my angel."
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