Legends of Belariath

Kiani

Darkness drew once more upon an icy day, the sun sending the last rays of light and warmth over the land, causing sparkles to dance upon the frozen wastes. The landscape sparkling as if it was just one massive jewel, all but for a single black garbed figure standing upon the ruined balcony of what once must have been a magnificent fortess, now long fallen in to ruin. Her black gloved fingertips trailed along the stones of the railing softly, almost lovingly with the touch of fond memories, black metal spikes set into the knuckles of those hands gleaming softly in the fading light of the sun. A soft sigh that could have been no more than a breeze the only sound comming from the figure as she gripped one of the stones in a crushing grip, shattering it into peices and sending a fine dust to drift down to the floor of the balcony. The figure turned and walked back into the fortress stomping upon an loose stone as she passed, a soft rumbling and then a roaring creshendo as the entire balcony collapsed behind her to shatter on the jagged rocks below. The dull thud of her boots echoed into the silence of the hall as she decended the battered and broken staircase, her footsteps bringing her without her even realising it to the room that once had been her lord's hall. Still sitting within the massive ornately carved throne was the skeletal corpse of her lord, his clothing tattered and still impaled to the throne with the same sword that had taken his life. Hesitant footsteps drew her closer to him, fingertips lifting to lightly caress along the hilt of the weapon that had slain him. Icy sapphire eyes looking into the sockets of his skull she smiled softly and drew back the hood of her jacket, causing her icy-blue hair to cascade about her shoulders. Lady of Ice they called her now and in truth that was what she had become cold as the ice that surrounded this fortress, her hand lifted to caress along the skull's cheek “ Someday my Liege, all will be put to right.” was all she said before she turned and walked from the hall, closing the massive doors behind her and pressing a hand against the wood ice racing through the cracks and sealing the doors shut, bonding into the very wood itself. Her eyes sparkled with malicious enjoyment as she turned and strode with new purpose, her head slightly lowered as the sword at her hip gleamed wickedly as if illuminated by some ghastly light, the image of a skull frozen in the sapphire gem upon the hilt a herald of what was to come to pass perhaps...but that remained to be seen, for now blackness was what she had become, frozen and cold, much like this place that she had once called her home, the vestiges of her kindness and humanity crumbling like the walls around her.

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