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| The farther she runs from the grasp of the Angel of Light's enchanting spell, the more fervently her heart aches for him. Into the depths of the forest the Ice Princess retreats. There, the Lord of Thunder captures her, and into an enchanted slumber she falls. Weeks pass and the people grow worried. Once again, the princess has gone; once again her painful dreams send the lands into blizzardous chaos and disarray. She is vaguely aware of those suffering on her account, but little does she care. The transformation is painful. Fire agonizingly rips through her veins, burning all traces of her icy form. Charred and broken she weeps, too weak to stand, and feeling little save her own bitter torment. Then as if by some miracle, her flaming chamber opens. Sunlight glistens on her skin, its warmth a luxery not known to her before now. A slight ache still encompasses her but is dispelled quickly, replaced with peace and an unyielding lust for life. Lighter is her step; a great burden has been lifted from her once frail shoulders. A smile dances across her lips ever-brighter than before, a new song flowing from her mouth with a sweet tune she has never known. A lake lies before her, and slowly she approaches its edge, blinking as its vivid colors pierce new eyes. Carefully, she steps into the pool, and a gasp erupts involuntarily from her chest. It is cold; this sensation startles her. She tenses, attempting to blast the lake into a glacial prison, but nothing but a shiver comes in response. As the pool calms again, she catches a glimpse of her reflection. Wide blue eyes, bright sapphire blue, not cold and dark as before, stare at the pale and slender form that she has known all along to be Adalia. She is held captive by her own intense beauty never seen before, and dazzled all the more by two glorious wings which protrude gracefully and weightlessly from her back. There is no blood; there is no ice. A porcelain silhouette stands clothed in white, flawless black wings with iridescent patterns of light and the breath of angels making her own reflection too beautiful to bear. And a voice from the clouds shines upon her, "Welcome home, Adalia, my woodland faerie." The Lord of Thunder smiles upon her. |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Tennessee
- Interests: Writing, drawing, singing
- Favourite movie: A Walk to Remember, Lord of the Rings, and Hangman's Curse
- Favourite band or musician: Skillet and Thousand Foot Krutch
- Favourite genre of music: Christian rock
- Favourite artist: Brian Froud
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe and Stephenie Meyer
- MP3 player of choice: Zune
- Favourite cartoon character: Pon and Zi
- Personal Quote: Even the most intelligent males will undoubtedly fall for nothing more than the beauty of a woman.
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And this time i will own the name
Because NOBODY is going to RUIN ME,
If i have to, i will RUIN MYSELF,
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--Excerpt from Terror, by My Ruin
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Happy days to you(:
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'I bet you're wondering...."Now why don't he write?"' ~ Dances With Wolves to Two Socks
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Even the most intelligent of males will undoubtedly fall for nothing more than the shallow beauty of a woman, her mind worthless to his tastes.
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'I bet you're wondering...."Now why don't he write?"' ~ Dances With Wolves to Two Socks
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'I bet you're wondering...."Now why don't he write?"' ~ Dances With Wolves to Two Socks
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