Her knight in shining armor
She was lost. She did not know in which direction she was heading. To the north lie the trembeling winds and frozen plains in which life was unsustainable. To the south, a vast, dismal ocean with no life. To the west was an unkown land full of perilous dangers, and mysterious strangers. And to the east, her past, her home. A place she dreaded lingering. With a feeling of desperation, she dared into the dark, not knowing where her destiny would lead her. But she was brave, perhaps, too brave. She displayed her undenouncable courage where fear once stood. Arrogance filled her veins. She altered who she was in order to survive. Hiding her sorrowful face behind a sympathetic mask, she was invincible. She was determined to set her life as she desired. As such she determinedly rose amongst the people's favor. Lords of the lands gave her there trust and blessing as she became powerful. Some said she would become a queen one day. Then one fateful day, she was burdened with a choice. Continue on this powerful rise of status, or re-enter into the lives of her past. Her home had offered her one thing that her power could not, love. She was afraid that love would ruin her life, that it would hinder her. So she suffered her fate, and chose power and money. To confirm herself in her choice, she tried to convince herself that love was not even real, and thus was skeptical to the entire thought. But by doing so, she only desired it more. But it was too late, the path she had chosen had taken her, unreleasing and unforgiving. And so, the lords of the lands that once favored her, forgot her. She lost everything; her power, her riches, she had even lost herself. When she attempted to regain her once favorable postition, the people denounced her, and she was cast away. For the first time in a long time, she cried. The dreadful tears of sorrow that glistned down her cheek burned her with every painful memory of the thing called love, that which she did not have. But she knew that her past, her home, would not remember her, it would not accept her back. So she wandered about in the dark. She knew she would never find home, ever again. But, she was not entirely correct. Home found her. Her family, friends, and loved ones, her past, her home, found her. They had always wanted her back, always cared about her, always loved her. They were behind her the entire time. They loved her the entire time. One of the local boys who was quite cute yet mischeivious in her younger years had now become a strong, handsome man, who incidentally was, a knight. He was honest and caring, but never did he give his love to anyone else. Many women did want his attention but always his attention was for her. And so, her knight in shining armor came to her rescue, not by defending her for she was weak, nor slaying a dragon to save her life, but by giving her his love, that which she desired more than anything else.