Softly, quietly, she crept along the edge of the narrow corridor, her thin gauzy green dress rippling in the chill wind that swept through the long forgotten castle, the castle where long ago all had been perfect, where multitudes upon multitudes had gathered for celebration banquests, holiday feasts, royal balls; the castle where all now lay empty: the vast halls and courts abandoned, its appeal lost forever... to all... except the young woman who stood now, leaning heavily against the cold marble wall, her gaze resting on the doorway before her, a doorway that had once been fine and beautiful, made by a skilled hand, carved and set with gems, yet this was not the doorway upon which the young woman now gazed, her look filled with longing and dread watching as the door swung rackishly on its hinges, her fingers tightening about the shimmering blue vial that she clutched to her breast, knowing there was none who could possible free the one she loved, saving him from eternal torment... except herself. She stood in the middle of the corridor, trembling, not from cold but from unknowing, the uncertainty, whether she could still save him, free him from his misery, or whether he had already passed into the next realm, leaving her utterly alone.
-Kit Marie (February 3rd, 2012)