And there he was. A product of magic and humanity. The fairy prince, stuck in a world of pessimism and grey tones, between those who didn't believe. The child of the mermaid and the sailor drowning in the hot golden sand. The son of the nymph and the lumberjack watching his home die in the hands of the one like his papa. The son of the angel and the demon looking for a sacred place to die. He ran. He flew. He swam. With the ones of his court, the unicorn, the phoenix, the dragons they escaped away. 
Through the woods, the cities and deserts. Managing to survive but loosing the ability to live. Until that day. There he was, at the top of the world. But what he saw made him sick. He turned around and made his body fall from the cliff. No need to fly, there was no where to fly anymore. 
A prince with no kingdom. That day the woods howled, the sea screamed, tore himself apart and the sky dyed into a dark and sad pink. Their Prince had died that day. Their saivior saw nothing to save anymore and the faith in magic and humanity was fore once forever gone. Gone with the soul of the one who was fated to unite them once for all. But couldn't finish the task, and instead finished with himself. That day there was no more salvatore.