PROLOGUE
323 Words
The end of the first millennium: circa 10th century AC.
“Why have you chosen to throw away a thousand years?” His voice cracked and she shrunk, ashamed. The night’s wind blew strands of hair across her face, not once had she laid eyes on him.
“The years are not lost. We loved, but now we must part.” She spoke, finally facing him, reaching.
Her words stung his heart like a thousand needles. He pulled away. All he could think of was the weight of that word: loved. As if it was past. Yet he felt his love as eternal. As if it will nevermore end.
“Who is he?” His question held a striking note of harmony, hiding an intangible compulsion for truth.
“The weapon in your voice does not reach my heart or my soul anymore.” She closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her cheek. She never thought she’d love another, but the wolf had seized her heart.
“Never have I used it against you! Never have I betrayed you as you have betrayed me this night, and how many others? You have shared yourself with him here, in the place we have called home for a millennium!” Creatures of earth crawled and peeked through the ground and the sky, drawn to the captivating tremor found in the voice of the male siren.
“There is no longer a ‘we’. It is time to part. This night I say goodbye to you, my first love, but not my last”. She unfolded her wings, magnificent golden feathers brightened the heavy darkness. She gazed at the night sky, crouching low to ready herself for flight.
“Olenna, please remain!”
But she didn’t. The powerful flap of her wings pushed him further away. She took into the air, never looking back.
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