In living her moments she began to feel, began to change in seeing what this Prince of Darkness was. For the first time they both were seeing a light to a new era, an era many admired while others stuck to hard beliefs saw this as a threat to tradition.
Threats of change always are challenge, but the challenge the brave herorine faced could not compare with the charge of whom lost rationality for fear of his beloved, beautiful, and sweet princess. The symbol to ignite the fear many people would go against until desperate measures call cries otherwise... This started what would be known as 'The Frost War'...
Being safe in her arms, her warm arms could have not brought any more joy into my life. Breenelle fit her name perfectly, for she was a beauty with heart. Though her eyes glistened like the shimmering emeralds or diamonds, suddenly that sparkle was lost as she tossed me aside. The next sound was a 'phoosh' of a gun to follow with her sweet, painful cries.
I tried placing pressure on the wound as she fought against me before my voice roared for help. The people dinning had two friendly couple that were male doctors to help keep her alive. I had scaned the room to see no sign of the monster who attempted to murder myself or Bree. In all lost I failed her, I failed her and her life was now again at the bed of death. Only this time, she could not be coming back.