Walking along the rugged path, a tall, tanned youth frowned to himself. He had left behind his home to find a cure for his beloved, who was lost to the cold. It was up to him to embark on this journey. He had to find those elusive smoke lilies. Those purple and black flowers held a nectar that, when mixed with ginger root, should melt his prince’s locked heart. These lilies bloomed at the very bottom of the mountains; beneath the mist rested entire fields of them. His prince, the youth dreamt of ending his ailment.His sweet master used to be so kind and loving. But then it happened. The mist began to flood the mountains, in the midst laid their castle. Their paradise together, away from the world beyond. The benevolent boy was saddened.His tears had caused everything to be shrouded in the dark clouds. THe prince’s heart then fell into the coldness. Snow crept onto their kingdom, their haven, slowly draining life from all of its denizens. The youth had to flee, not only to survive, but to find those smoke lilies. Diving through the mist, he was determined to save his home. His prince was waiting, alone and scared. He was separate to remove the snow. He pushed himself forward, through the dark and cold, reaching for any hope. He wanted so badly to hold his prince in a tight embrace. Not as his knight, but as his beloved.


drifting into the night

He sat alone, gazing into the dark ocean. The waves gently combed the sands, pulling the shells and kelp further and further away from the surface. He was watching the silvery full moon slowly sink back beneath the black horizon. After he had wronged the prince of the sky, he could no longer stay in one place. He was a foolish man, thinking he could trump the monarch in a challenge of strength. To think he could defeat a demigod was naive. He hoped to impress one of the prince’s subjects, a priestess by the name of Dalila. Her laughter and smile, he sought after them. Her kind heart, it tempted him beyond his own logic. Was it love he felt for her? No. It was lust. Idiotic, adolescent, animalistic urges he should have cast aside. As a priestess, she could not part with her deity. She was a part of his dominion. The prince of the sky, fathered by the sun himself. Between the two, they owned all of the world’s light. He was forced to be a denizen of the darkness. Wherever the sun was, he had to avoid. A heliophobe, living a life of constant peril and fear. Should he bathe in those rays of light, they would pierce through him, slowly unraveling his very existence. He could not be with the people whose company he yearned for. To want, a luxury for somebody like him. His entire purpose in life was to constantly hide. What was bravery? What was courage? All of these concepts did not matter now. He had no use for them. To survive, he had to continue running. Hiding beneath the moon’s gentle light. Seeing the moon finally grazing the horizon, the young man got up, and glided along with the fleeing darkness. He had to follow the night, for his own survival.

Prince in Miterwort

A young girl, in a white, flowing sun dress, played in a field of flowers. The girl would dance among the orchids, tulips, and lilies, subjects of her royal court. In this meadow, she was their princess: her castle was a single white canopy, placed off to the edge of the field where the mountains unfolded. Her crown, a large ivory sun hat, given to her by a hazy figure of the past. A gentle breeze would pass through the field, as the grass, children to the flowers, giggled and rustled at its sweet tickle. The girl never felt alone. The plants, the sun, and the winds were her dearest friends. Confidants to her thoughts and dreams. One day, the girl came across a curious companion; patches of unfamiliar, heart-shaped leaves. And to her greater surprise, a young man, resting in the midst of them. She had never seen another person before. The girl felt short of breath. It was strange, almost terrifying. A completely foreign feeling to her. Trying to ignore his presence, she spoke instead to the new leaves. “Why hello there. What is your name?” She chirped, fighting back her nerves. “Miterwort.” They rustled. “Witermort?” She was surprised at their response. Such a serene name. It was calming and peaceful, like being embraced by love. “And who is that?” She finally mustered the courage to address the elephant in the room. “Prince.” The leaves almost sounded like they were giggling at her in a mocking way. These plants seemed very childlike. “Prince?” She stepped back, terrified. She had never met another person before. Turning away, she ran. She did not know how to feel. What had come over her? Stopping in the heart of the meadow, she took to comfort with her subjects in court. “Problem?” The innocent tulips whimpered to the distraught girl. “Scared.” The aggressive orchids concluded, not standing for any more of this nonsensical behavior. “No.” The kind lilies cut in. “Confused.” The girl nodded frantically at her subjects. She was scared and confused. Her heart, it was fluttering. Her stomach felt like somebody was yanking it out of her naval. Why was this strange boy her prince? She decided it was time to turn to the eldest of her subjects: the apple trees. Walking through the woods, she came across the gnarled plants, amongst their branches, their luscious fruits. Helping herself to one of the pearly red fruits, she savored the sweet taste while seeking advice from the sage plants. “Problem?” The trees shook quietly. “A prince has appeared before me.” She confessed, shaking. “Nervous?” The leaves whispered in a hushed breeze. “Yes. I have never seen another human before.” She was quietly sobbing. “He arrived in a field of miterwort.” “Miterwort.” The trees went silent. “True love.” “True love?” The girl gasped. The appearance of those heart-shaped leaves, it symbolized the appearance of her one true love. That’s what they meant by her prince. Walking past the trees and through the field, she made her way back to her prince. Ready to embrace her fated love.

Snow Prince

A boy, a prince whose heart was as cold as ice. His knight, whose will had melted that ice. Together, they lived, deep in the mountains. The snow polluted the air with its soft white touch. Leaving the mountains, it felt impossible. But the knight attempted it. He wanted to escape. The boy waited in the citadel, yearning for his knight’s return. The knight, the only person who could break through that ice which weighed down the snow prince’s heart. The prince would cry, feeling the sadness overcome his heart. He missed his knight. He needed his warm embrace to extinguish the cold. His knight had left to find a cure to the boy’s cold heart. But the prince only needed his knight to thaw that sorrow. His knight was his medicine, he convinced himself. No, that was the frost talking, lying to the boy. Forcing himself to believe that his knight would return and that his knight was all he needed. He shook off these idiotic urges, thoughts, and feelings. It was becoming increasingly clear to the boy. His knight was terrified and scared off. The cold had driven the boy past the brink of madness and despair. Running out of the citadel, the boy never looked back. He ran into the distance, through the snow and mountains. He was determined to find his knight. Determined to make right what he did and said wrong. His only cure, what he needed to thaw this cold, was forgiveness for his delusion. Redemption from his own mistakes.