[ IP ] Sanctuary

The Prince is dead. 
 
 Somewhen in the climbing of the stairs or during one of those high-jumps he is so famous for, he fell. I was waiting here for so long. 
 
 The Sun still warms the Earth. The Waters still dance under my windows. But now he who would save will never save another soul. 
 
 What do I do then? Should I keep waiting? Will another dark haired demigod come to complete his mission? Or should I take destiny in my own hands and end it all? 
 
 It's a long way down there. Step after step they will haunt me. This demons that hide on every flight of stairs are just lurking in the shadows, taunting me. 
 
 This life is not fair. I've dedicated it all to this single cause. My hair has not seen a single stroke of sandwind. My hands have never struggle to carry or pull anything too heavy. My feet have never kicked a rock and my knees have never kissed the bared floor. And talking about kisses -- 
 
 No. It is not the end. Someone will pick it up from where he had left. Someone will take fight for survival and - more than survival - fight for a good life, a great life. A great life that deserves to be lived in full. A life with bleeding knees and burnt hair. 
 
 But who? And if he is not coming, the person who takes his place will still be the one that I am waiting for? 
 
 Who am I waiting for? What am I waiting for? 
 
 Down there, over a thousand steps of rocks to kick and dirt floors to kiss, I may finally find my life! 
 
 Right. Who am I kidding -- Maybe I should just wait for the next one.
