Ariel is standing at the balcony of the palace, her beautiful gown flowing in the wind, her soft hair on her face.
She loves the wind on her face, and the sun warming her fair skin.
Mefistofel walks up to her, pulling her hair behind her ear.
-You look so beautiful.-
Her immortal eyes look into his. So bright and so deeply they look into his soul. They reflect the light of the moon and the stars.
He kisses her so passionately, putting his hand in her raven hair and the other arm around her waist.
Ariel wraps her arms around his. So tight, she doesn't want to let him go.
His beautiful robes, white and golden. Their beautiful crowns of wood and silver.
Their wedding was the grandest ever seen in the Reign.
It started at dusk and carried on for a few days and nights.
The Capital was filled with any creature called upon the event.
Other kingdoms came to honour the new Capital and its beauty.
Everyone bowed at the King and Queen of the Capital, where all creatures, magical and not, live free.
Mefistofel's brothers dressed in their most elegant red and black velvets.
All witches had their hair braided with wild flowers.
Werewolves and all beasts from the forests came to bow at their Masters of Life and Death.
They made the Reign the most flourished and most Powerful in the known kingdoms.
They ruled their thrones for centuries, followed by their descendants for few eternities.
Until only memory remains of a once beautiful Reign and their rulers. Now nothing more than an abandoned dream that only Death remembers.
And the memory became myth.
Of a vampire who loved a witch. Who became a warrior of Life and death. Who became rulers of their land.
-Father. Tell me the story of the warrior and the princess.-
-Once upon a time there was a fierce warrior who fell in love with a beautiful princess. She was as beautiful as she was powerful. She could control storms and seas. Fire and water.
One day War came and the kingdom was burning. Dragons came from the sky to destroy everything.
Cities were burning, All the creatures from the forests came to fight. There was an evil wizard who controlled the dragons.
The warrior and the princess fought side by side with his sword and her magic.
They destroyed the evil wizard.-
-But wasn't the warrior cursed?-
-Yes, child. He was. The light of the sun would hurt him. He had to drink blood to live. A very ancient curse that no wizard or ancient creature could lift. But he went away to find a more powerful warrior who could lift this curse.
He went through deserts and snow, waters and caves. In the deepest cave of the world he found the Ancient one, a warrior who held the Power of Death and Life. he was thousands of years old. And with his powers he lifted the curse from the warrior. He captured his soul and put it inside the most elegant jewel, to be preserved forever on the neck of his beautiful princess. He became the most powerful and bravest warrior that ever lived. He returned to his princess with an army of warriors and ghosts and any creature that wanted to fight along his side. They killed the dark wizard and released the world from his domain of Death. They killed dragons together. And the warrior and the princess ruled as king and queen for centuries to come.-
Mefistofel kissed his child on the forehead and tucked him in his golden bed.
He had few stripes of white on his temples. His fair skin had few wrinkles.
His silver and wood crown sat on a little table, next to his child's bed.
His beautiful queen looked upon him from the door.
Hel long raven hair had few stripes of white.
Her eyes had small circles.
Mefistofel walked up to her and he kissed as he always kissed her. Holding her as never letting her go.
The beautiful jewel sitting on her small neck, glistening with the light of the moon and the light.
Mefistofel stroked the jewel with one finger, slowly stroking her neck with the others.
-You will always hold my soul and my heart.-
-For eternity. My love.-
And he wrapped his arm around her and they walked away into their eternity.-
