Jojen Reed One Shots

Dance

I smiled as my feet slowly climbed the half-fallen steps jumping and turning on the balls of my feet where I needed too from years and years of walking the same path. The stairs littered with chunks of stone and piles of ash, as I headed inside across the flat stone walkway where buildings used to be in a time no one remembers the spattering of blood on the stone still no matter the rains that have come since that blood was spilt. I hopped along past the shattered glass and broken stone till I saw the large castle or what remained of it that hadn't fallen I pushed open the large wooden doors the hinges creaking and squeaking as I pushed enough that I could walk inside though the tall hallowed halls full of cobwebs, dust and ash the halls and rooms left standing empty of items from there deacy or from people breaking in to steal and sleep even if no one ever stays long. the legends and Myths of this place haunt it like revengeful ghosts, whispers and hearsay of what happened here and the people who once called this place home.

I hopped over everything till I reached the place I know so well, the tall hall with decorated pillars the roof has long since fallen in, the floor empty but layers of dust, the back wall fallen away completely revealing the bay on the other side, the stairs covered in snow and dust, The old and rusted mess of mangled metal sits abandoned on the top of the stairs, I had heard thousands of stories of what this thing was. But I don't think anyone really knew the truth about it, some said it was a monument to a god long since forgotten, some said it was a torcher instrument, some said it was a throne but none of them quite made sense to me.

But no matter what it once was, now it was nothing but rusted swords, piles of snow and piles of dust and broken metal.

I smiled as I held the skirt of my long dress spinning around in the damp stone humming little tunes, as I danced I could see the grey clouds in the sky starting to snow down on me and the castle, the twinkling snow falling onto the floor, the Pillars that held nothing and everything else that had been left here, snow sitting in my hair as I danced shutting my eyes to sing my little song Until I felt a hand Ice cold take my own guiding me in my dance I giggled holding the hand back and resting my other hand on his shoulder letting him lead me, around the floor

"You come here often? don't you?" he whispered to me

"It's better than home" I answered

"Your Someone special, You're the only person anymore who can see" He smiled "I knew someone like you once,"

"Did you?"

"You have an ability lost to time in your world, and yet you use it dance with ghosts?"

"There anything wrong with that?"

"No, because If you didn't I wouldn't ever get to see you," He says his ice-cold hand caressing my cheek "You're so beautiful, You would have liked this place before this all happened, you could have been a queen here"

"would you have been my king?"

"If you'd wanted me too" He smiled kissing my head