I trudged through the snow. It was crushed and flattened under my war boots that are now worn down to the point where I consider them nothing but mere snow boots.
Normally, such royalty would have a guard or a knight around, but today, I am normal.
Today, I am alive and more free than ever.
As I continued my walk across the snow-covered path. I find a ledge, a cliff. I peer down. It looks . And it's dark.
Across the ledge is a hardened and molten ground, not a single plant in sight. That side of the land is where the devils and demons take residence.
I feel uneasy, so I turn away, ready to head back, but against the ground, it was a small thud, and then a pattern of footsteps. I quickly turn myself back around; horns, pointy tail, wings, crimson eyes as dark as fresh blood, it's a devil.
And I am an angel, a defenseless angel.
I step backward. His focus is on me and only me, as if I'm the only thing that exists, and I reciprocate the stare. As the devil studies me, looks me up and down, I stiffen. But I should not. I was trained not to.
I have slain many of these wretched beings in battle, in war. So why now am I afraid? Why now does a shiver run down my spine?
He stares directly at my face, making intense eye contact before his gaze shifts over to the right side of my face. He's staring at my scar. The scar that made me go blind in one eye.
The devil grimaces, "That looks nasty."
I'm slightly taken aback by his words, "Your people gave me this scar. I'm sure you've seen worse." I replied. I shouldn't be talking to him. I shouldn't be talking to a devil.
But I am. And I stay my curiousity takes over any common sense i had when i left the castle.
While in my thoughts, he speaks up again, "You're prince Danni, am I correct?"
My heart drops, and my skin crawls, and all of a sudden, I am back to being a prince. I am back to being me. And the responsibility of ending the ongoing war stabs me like a dagger.
"Yes, I am Prince Danni." I am ashamed to think that I could've avoided my responsibilities for even a second. "You don't look much like a prince." He says bluntly.
"And just who the hell do you think you are?" I yell.
I lose my composure.
I step forward.
"I'm Lee, and I am a knight. I'm beyond the battlefield, so I work for the king himself." This so-called 'Lee' proclaims.
"Well, you don't look much like a knight." I retort.
I'm childish.
And im immature.
And one day, it's going to get me killed.
