Diana remembered her childhood with the Ice Spirits. She would walk between the frozen trees and watch the rest of the spirits flying through the canopies. Her eyes would hold awe and envy.
A mixed-blood Ice Spirit didn't have the translucent wings that allowed them to fly. Even now, she would use her flames, not her wings, to fly.
Her mother was heartbroken by her gazes, and would often distract her with stories as they walked back to their house at the top of the mountain. It worked like a charm.
Diana heard stories about demons and kings, the worst and best of men, and the everlasting nature of true love. She heard more stories than she could count, but they were never about her mother, the most important person in her life.
One day, her mother was gone for a while. Diana embarked into the woods to find her. She found her mother sitting next to a lake, with a man—a human of dark hair and green eyes.
