The tale of a woman whom taught me love..
In certain grove that is never found, nor ever heard of resides a woman, possessed of the fairest grace, and beauty and clutching a delicate pink lily with blue edges close to her bosom. The haven is a life substaining place, and she is never possessed of any need or want she could ever desire, exept for the feeling of being loved. One day by sheer chance, a certain thief, named Faldor stumbled onto her grove, and encountered the woman, whoms name was Serene.
The two swapped tales of their respective lives, places they had been, and things they had been involved in, and he soon found himself falling in love with the girl and she with him. The place was timeless, and as such the young woman did not know how long she had been there, only remembering the moments of purest happiness it inspired in her. Enjoying the grove as much as her, he decided to stay there for a while spending time with here, and enjoying many, many good conversations with her.
Eventually he realized he would have to leave this blessed place for he had matters back at home to deal with, but he hoped to take this fair maiden with him when he left. Because of this they had not kissed or anyway otherwise consumated their love, on his promise that he wanted to do everything proper, and they become wed first. To do this they would of course need to leave the grove, and despite her desire to stay there she granted that she did long to see the outside world again and thus agreed to his terms.
So the day finally came for them to leave the shelter of the trees, and he walked out without hesitance, and she followed him in kind trusting him fully. As she exited the grove that had kept her alive and young so long, she felt her entire body suddenly begin to age all at once, as all time seemed to catch back up with her. Faldor's smile quickly faded from his face as he saw his love wither before his eyes and she fell weakly into his arms. Softly she whispered "Thank you" and he leaned down and kissed her and then her fastly aging heart finally gave out, and the light fled from her eyes. He turned and tried to take her back into the grove, but he found it was no longer there, only plain open tundra where it once was. Faldor fell on his knees, and wept openly at the death of one so pure, and didn't move as the chill crept over him, and eventually froze him solid, so overcome by grief was he. Eventually, her body aged until it was dust, and blew away, but the ice statue of a man still kneels where he had fallen, and in his lap a pink lily, with blue tips rests, in rememberance of the woman, finally loved, and then lost all in a instant.