by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Apr 08, 2012 3:50 pm
Before Bree could figure out what was actually going on, prince daniel had come out to stand in front of her of her with a smile. Then he spoke. "Bree, you are an amazing person. I am sure one day you will be a great ruler. But what is a queen without her king." he paused and pulled out a small velvet box. Her eyes widened, and she shot mike a look of complete horror. He got down on one knee, looking up at her, as her heart started to pound. No. This can't be happening... she thought. "Would you do me the honor of taking my hand in marrige ?"
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”