She was ripped away from him
Drowned in the cold hands of death
But he would do anything
To have her back
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Once upon a time a winged girl fell in love with a winged prince. She was kind and beautiful but also young and naive. She gave her hear...
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"I let her go not because I didn't want her.
I let her go because I loved her and I just wanted her to be happy."
❉
Vulcrian stood on top of the stage in all his structured glory. His clothes were different than what he wore at first. They were more simple instead of the lavish designs on the edges. He hadn't told me what his performance was but I could take a guess as slow, ominous music flitted through the air. His white wings were dusted with black powder, held in a position where he was about to take flight.
I didn't expect the music to convey a message of longing and sadness. He rose into the air with a huge flap, wings slowly unfurling as he slowed down. It didn't take me long to realize that his dance was telling a story. A very sad one.
"Is his dance for someone?" I asked a young boy who stood next to me.
He watched on, mesmerized at the movements of his body. "You don't know?"
"Know what?" I watched as a soldier appeared, brandishing a sword. Another appeared, two against one. It was like they were preventing him from getting to someone.
"Before everything happened, Prince Vulcrian usually performed a mock sword battle along with his familiar. Because not all the royalties would bring their familiars out, we looked forward to his performances every full moon." The boy shook his head as a sad smile came over his face.
"What happened?" I asked softly, just as Vulcrian raised his sword in the air and rushed toward the projection of a stoned building. I caught a glimpse of his expression and the look of sadness and guilt present made my heart squeeze in empathy.
"He fell in love with someone. I don't know who but rumors had it that she was a girl from a village." My thought immediately went to the village he took me to. To the woman in the bakery. Mira.
"Do you know the girl's name?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "Whatever the Prince does is his privacy. But I heard that she died in his arms." He lowered his voice into a whisper, leaning closer. "Words had it that he was the one who killed her."
I took a step back in shock. He killed the girl he loved? Why would he even do that if he really loved her? But they were rumors. Rumors could be passed around and translated into different versions of the story. I didn't believe it. Not when he was such a kind person to others and myself.
These thoughts and questions swirled in my brain as Vulcrian's performance ended with him hunching over a figure on the stage, the lights focused on him and eventually dimming out. Something about him hunching over, looking all alone and defeated stirred something in my chest. Maybe it was a trick of the light but I thought I saw a glimmer of a tear trailing down his cheek.
