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A fair-skinned snow maiden strode through the courtyard as little white frozen flakes fell from the sky just to land on the ground immediately beginning to breakdown--disappearing forever. She watched as many couples gracefully skated on the frozen lake in synchronization; so in tune with each other's movements, emotions, and thoughts. Was love what caused them to be synchronized? Or was synchronization what love was all about?
She gathered her lacy-frilled skirt in her dainty, slender hands and carefully took a seat on the snow-covered ground, far away from the lovers now. She thought to herself, if that was the case, why was she not content with her parents' choice of a suitor for her? The suitor and her were so eerily similar in practically every way. They had the same sharp tongue, witty humor, sensitivity and opinions. They were so alike in many way that many would ask if the two were related--second cousins perhaps. They would say in unison that they weren't at the same moment with the same amount of energy and same expressions on their faces.
The only thing the two did not have in common was their feelings toward each other. The boy loved the pure maiden so fully, so innocently. The maiden did not feel the same. She did feel something for him. She cared for the boy deeply and genuinely wanted his happiness.
She leaned back in the snow. The snow was deep and cold. It didn't take long for the girl to lose her feeling of her frozen surroundings. Though the cold left her, she could still feel the throbbing pain the cold had caused. She compared this pain to the one she had deep within her heart. Years ago the maiden had known love. True love. Love at first sight.
During the spring she had been saved by a crusader. His warmth, even now, was well remembered. The soldier had an angelic face, complete with knowing eyes. He was reserved, strong, devoted, passionate, and calculating. He was daring, spontaneous, gentle, and sympathetic. They were quite different. Hardly ever on the same page. But they quickly grew close to each other. The maiden fell for her savior, and he to her. Though they were only together for a short while, they felt they would never part. Their love, they thought, was unbreakable.
They had talked of exchanging vows and staying together forever. They made plans to do so. On the day of their wedding the maiden waited and waited...and waited...but the man never made an appearance. The woman shed a single tear as she recalled that day.
She yearned for his presence, but she knew she would never be blessed with it again. After all, he was a crusader. Most crusaders died in battle. With his gentle, loving nature he was probably...no, she didn't dare think about it.
She shivered, the cold slowly creeping back into her, gradually increasing. She was to be married tomorrow to the one she did not love. She decided right then and there that if she couldn't be with her knight-in-shining-armor, then she would be with no one. She felt she had no purpose without him.
In despair, she shed another tear. The tear rolled down her rosy cheeks, quickly. As it fell to the ground it froze, transforming into a drop of ice. The girl closed her eyes, never to open them again. She whispered,
"Goodnight, my love"
After a few silent moments, the brokenhearted snow maiden heard soft footsteps crunching the snow as they approached her still body. They stopped suddenly. She wondered who it could be. She slowly opened her eyes.
She looked up at the man who was knelt down beside her. She immediately recognized those wise blue eyes and smiled. He returned the smile and her tears came suddenly, rolling down her cheeks quickly.
She shook from the blistering cold and sorrowful joy. Her knight removed his gauntlet and gently stroked his maiden's cheek. He took her up in his arms and carefully placed a kiss on her forehead.
As she lost consciousness from the frigid temperatures she whispered to him,
"I always hoped you would return to me. Stay by my side until the end, love...even if you are a figment....."
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She gathered her lacy-frilled skirt in her dainty, slender hands and carefully took a seat on the snow-covered ground, far away from the lovers now. She thought to herself, if that was the case, why was she not content with her parents' choice of a suitor for her? The suitor and her were so eerily similar in practically every way. They had the same sharp tongue, witty humor, sensitivity and opinions. They were so alike in many way that many would ask if the two were related--second cousins perhaps. They would say in unison that they weren't at the same moment with the same amount of energy and same expressions on their faces.
The only thing the two did not have in common was their feelings toward each other. The boy loved the pure maiden so fully, so innocently. The maiden did not feel the same. She did feel something for him. She cared for the boy deeply and genuinely wanted his happiness.
She leaned back in the snow. The snow was deep and cold. It didn't take long for the girl to lose her feeling of her frozen surroundings. Though the cold left her, she could still feel the throbbing pain the cold had caused. She compared this pain to the one she had deep within her heart. Years ago the maiden had known love. True love. Love at first sight.
During the spring she had been saved by a crusader. His warmth, even now, was well remembered. The soldier had an angelic face, complete with knowing eyes. He was reserved, strong, devoted, passionate, and calculating. He was daring, spontaneous, gentle, and sympathetic. They were quite different. Hardly ever on the same page. But they quickly grew close to each other. The maiden fell for her savior, and he to her. Though they were only together for a short while, they felt they would never part. Their love, they thought, was unbreakable.
They had talked of exchanging vows and staying together forever. They made plans to do so. On the day of their wedding the maiden waited and waited...and waited...but the man never made an appearance. The woman shed a single tear as she recalled that day.
She yearned for his presence, but she knew she would never be blessed with it again. After all, he was a crusader. Most crusaders died in battle. With his gentle, loving nature he was probably...no, she didn't dare think about it.
She shivered, the cold slowly creeping back into her, gradually increasing. She was to be married tomorrow to the one she did not love. She decided right then and there that if she couldn't be with her knight-in-shining-armor, then she would be with no one. She felt she had no purpose without him.
In despair, she shed another tear. The tear rolled down her rosy cheeks, quickly. As it fell to the ground it froze, transforming into a drop of ice. The girl closed her eyes, never to open them again. She whispered,
"Goodnight, my love"
After a few silent moments, the brokenhearted snow maiden heard soft footsteps crunching the snow as they approached her still body. They stopped suddenly. She wondered who it could be. She slowly opened her eyes.
She looked up at the man who was knelt down beside her. She immediately recognized those wise blue eyes and smiled. He returned the smile and her tears came suddenly, rolling down her cheeks quickly.
She shook from the blistering cold and sorrowful joy. Her knight removed his gauntlet and gently stroked his maiden's cheek. He took her up in his arms and carefully placed a kiss on her forehead.
As she lost consciousness from the frigid temperatures she whispered to him,
"I always hoped you would return to me. Stay by my side until the end, love...even if you are a figment....."
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