The Night King

He was beautiful in the way that I imagine death might be; sensual and yet still petrifying. His cloak was made of shadow, his hair was snow and his eyes were midnight.

My childhood friend had returned at last.

The Dark King.

"Skin of the earth and eyes of ichor she shall bring life to the dead."

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I used to think he was my imaginary friend, the great big giant who brought me sweets and trinkets on rainy days after school. At least, that is until I watched him rip a man in half.

That was the first time I ever ran away from him.

Now he's back and this time there will be no disappearing into the shadows. He's determined to take me with him, and I'll have to fight this unnatural attraction I feel when I'm with him if I want to survive.