Knightsbane ♘

✡ Lakesfrost 💍

       Pandora's pale lemon eyes were cast upon the gold fluttering hair strands of Knox Vanden. They seemed to hypnotize her, charm her as a flickering flame entices its prey in the beauty of its fatality. There were strange emotions rushing through her heart, spine chilling fantasies; the thought of Knox made her blush. The noisy propeller blades flaunted their impotence to the compelling power of Pandora's abyssal ocean of thoughts, as they were inaudible in her ears. Her phobia for heights sprayed a nauseating fragrance all around her from a hundred feet above the snow covered earth. Her face was pulsing green, even though the destination was becoming concrete in her eyes. There it was, the enormous glassy ice lake, leaning on the colossal snow mountains of Russia.

Even so high above the ground, the impetuous gigantism of the icy landscape was visible from the hovering helicopter, a force to be reckoned with.

And popping out of a mysterious puffy dense mist, Pandora put herself in sight of Lakesfrost, the impenetrable ice fortress of the Primadonna. In the plane world of the amnesiac mind of Pandora, an insignificant spec of memory was permanently stamped. It was the first time she ever saw Lakesfrost but at the same time, it somehow felt familiar to her. The immense fortress that harnessed architectural wizardry was disguised as a greatly dumbfounding cathedral, surrounded by a withered forest of pine trees by the icy lake.

It seemed much too familiar to the astonished Pandora. Another blurred memory flashed pass her mind, like a dying ember, like a fading light.
    "...Dispose of every single memory you've ever had. The nightmare's over, a new world awaits. No one would hurt you here...welcome to Lakesfrost...." a cold voice whispered in her mind. It was all imagination? But it felt so chillingly real. Pandora wondered if reality was true existence or simply the state of a mind.
    "Lakesfrost ahead," she murmured, alerting Knox, the pilot. "Set her down nice and easy."
    "Don't I always?" Knox said with that charming smile of his that made his pink lips gloss.
    "If by always you mean 'once' then...yeah." Both of them chuckled, totally aware of Knox's crazy landings.
     Her eyes swerved to the disinterested Nye Rhys, who had been punching the keys of his laptop throughout the entire journey.
    "Heyyo, Mr. Know it all, we're here," she teased him but Nye was one to always spoil a good sarcasm.
    "I know," he snarled, arrogantly.
    "Alright team," the captain of the mission, modest Knox Vanden spelt out the instructions. "We'll rendezvous through the snow forest and gain access to the icy lake through the mountains...where there's a swarm of nuns waiting for us."
    "Nuns? Like seriously?" Nye jeered skeptically.
    "Knights wearing brown suits?" Knox counter mocked him. "We are crazy people...on a crazy mission. What's so surprising about that?" Pandora burst into laughter.
     Knox's landing wasn't so bad this time, as a matter of fact, it was applaudable. The trio hopped out of the snow covered chopper that bore a cresting of the famous knight chess piece. Pandora cracked her neck, her short straight jet black hair fell to one side. The snow gently perched on her long dark overcoat.