Prologue to 'Harry Potter and the Fortress of Shadow.'
Love Is Blind
Wind whispered softly. A woman stood on the brink of a vast, quickly moving river. Somehow she knew, that she was making the right decision. Life had treated her poorly, so it was time to end this cruel imprisonment. Soon she would be lost, away from the man who had broken her. Her heart no longer cared for anything, but the fate that awaited her.
"Wait!" cried that voice. The voice that had haunted her dreams, plagued her mind, captured her heart, and ensnared her soul. It was reverberating through the air. The voice she had once lived for; but he had broken, her very heart.
"I care not, for your unworthy, false love," she said with tearful defiance.
"I love you," said the man standing before her, with his voice of velvet. She choked on his words, with disdain.
"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable," the woman recited. She had this quote prepared, ever since that day, that he didn't come. The day he broke her.
On this day, when the woman stood by the river, the moon was at a crescent, with smoky fog, covering to an almost utter complete. Somehow, destiny seemed to be calling her, from the black depths of the river.
"Why do you seek refuge in a broken heart?" the woman asked the man. He looked into her eyes, with naught but pure, sacrificial love, in his own.
"Ciara, I would have done anything for you. Even if that means ending my own life, for yours to live on. You complete me, in every way imaginable. I'm so sorry I doubted you. I'm sorry I thought your race to be unworthy of my prideful self. I'm sorry for everything!" the man cried, with definite mist forming in his eyes. "I accept you for who you are. Please forgive my selfishness.