The Snow Deal [First To The Fallen Savior Series] (Unedited Author's Edition, AKA First Snow)

❅ Chapter XVI: No End No Beginning ❅

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First Snow © November 23rd, 2014 by Selena Collins

"Bree!" I yelled, watching her angelic body fall down the stairs and crumple against the marble floor.

The ca- Levana then ran down the steps before using her paw to feel her head before muttering a few curse words that seem to strangle each other. I rushed by her to feel her forehead burning and heart beating faintly. Glaring I grabbed Levana's fur coat by the shoulder as she lowly threaten me with her cat growl.

"What are you doing fool?" Levana snaps, "Can't you see that she needs to be attended to."

"What did you do to her?" My tone matching to her own growls.

"You need to lay her down and put a wet cloth on her forehead fool." Levana snarls.

I placed her fragile form against the wall before hearing Bree's heartbeat becoming faint. Dropping the cat from a meter from the ground I rushed to her bright, snow body and bluish lips. Scooping her into my arms I held her as I cradling staring into her soft look she carried as she was in her deep state.

Setting upon the bed I quickly cover her before rushing into the nearby bathroom. As I looked to the white hand towel laying over the black towel as I took the hand towel drenching in hot water. Ringing out the little fragile fabric until I weight lightly before placing it upon her forehead.

"You don't really remember her, do you Eligor?" Lavana whispers quietly.

My eyes glared as I squeezed her and spat, "Her name is Princess Breenelle Ann Dawson! I am not this so called 'Eligor' nor is she this so called 'Edith'!"

"So this is for final." Levana whispers softly before giving her eyes to stare into my own and stated, "If she loses you the world will end in chaos."

"What the he-" I started raising my voice before her paws made a snapping noise as nothing came out of my voice.

How?

"You aren't the only one who can do 'parlor tricks', Mister Saris." Levana's voice traced with venom, "But if you do not listen, you are both fated to a mistake that has happened time and time again.

You were a proud fallen angel knight with your lance and sword that could care less about any demon or mortal life. Until the day you met Princess Edith Dawson, you couldn't take her eyes off of her and she couldn't do the same towards you. You had courted her and gained her trust, gaining so much of her that she forgot the dangers of the people who'd want her dead or worse which her parents and I hid her from. Edith had lived her life careful until she had found you, her other half and the one she wanted to spend her life with until she had no life to live.

Princess Edith and you had grown close, many a time where I warned her of the life she was living and the chance of being in love slim. Yet she still pursued saying over and over again, 'he's still my one true love'. Only over and over again I watched as she died for every time she saw you killed. Watching how her soul ran and hide trying to escape her uncle Zophiel. Only in Edith's first life did she live the way she did with you.

The few months you had then declared a marriage and were about to start your family until her uncle, Zophiel Larson, had killed you. For the past 215 years you and Bree have been apart of this never ending cycle until recently. For if you do not remember and she truly doesn't know of what I speak then there is only one hope before the world becomes darkness filling with crimson of all creatures known to man, demon, and angel."

"Why now?" I asked softly.

"The only way we'll know that is if we ask Bree herself." Levana stated.

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"Can you show me?" I broke the silence as we had watched for the past half hour to see if she would wake.

"Show you what fool?" Levana snapped.

"Show me a moment of my life with Bree when she was Princess Edith." I snapped before releasing a sighed and muttering, "Stupid cat."

"I am not just some Stupid Cat, Mister Saris. Or need I remind you of the spell to silence your loud mouth?" Levana snapped again.

Looking at her face her pale skin and bluish lips began to fade and her breathing returned to normal. Shortly Levana was speaking in an ancient tongue as her paw began to glow greenish-yellow as she waved her paw around. Only the paw wasn't directed at Bree, and the color began turning into darkness. A darkness that I gladly accepted in consumption from the cold.

The world changes and I see the surroundings of a garden, somewhere around a great city like Venice or Rome of Italy. Over at the archway I see a woman dressed in a short white dress, her hair glowing with a white rose pinned by her left ear with her hair in a neat bun. her white flats carrying sparkling diamond studs within the silk of the shoes.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and wished to spend the rest of my beating heart with. Only a glance at her face I could tell she resembled my Breenelle just like Levana was saying. The woman stood by my side as she accepted my arm before facing the priest, his words muted as we both were smiling while saying our vows. We were leaving the garden until we saw a man in a black, cloaked hood with a scythe in his left hand holding a black letter that had a crimson red seal with the letter 'Z'.

"This is for you Miss Dawson." The messenger said.

"It's Misses Montello." Edith corrected.

The messenger curtly said, "Well my master wasn't aware his 'bride' was betrothed to another scoundrel."

I stepped in front of her and spat, "That's not how you will treat her, you will either say 'Misses Montello' or 'Mister Montello' when addressing us," just then I put him against the wall, "Am I understood?"

The image darkens right after the first punch is thrown and awake to an empty bed, emptiness all around without a cat or my sweet and beloved, Breenelle Ann Dawson.