Merciless Mate

I had been searching for her for centuries, scouring every kingdom in this country. I was restless, I needed her with every fiber of my body, and I hadn't even meet her. The bond was already there, my unseen mate was already connecting with me, and I found it absolutely crazy.

Slowly year, after year, I was loosing hope it seems useless, and time wasting. My hope had dwindled down to a small string, a string that kept me together, but was also tearing me apart. I was holding onto that string for dear life, as there words echoed in my mind.

Words about how useless it was, words about how we had been looking for years and where never going to find her.

But, I was lonely, and I was lost. It's always the lost and the lonely that hold onto hope the longest, maybe for the possibility that it's all we have left. I had some sick fantasy that I would find her and she would save me, she would slowly pick up my broken pieces and put the back together. I would never admit this to anyone, I mean what kind of man needed a women to put him back together. It was shameful. That man was me. I needed her to put me back together,

little did I know she was just as broken.

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I suck at descriptions so I'll just put the prologue up there!!:)