+Brief Bio : Name : Amaryllis (Greek origin; Sparkling) Gender : Female Age : Unknown Status : Dead +Runaway (SHORT STORY) Amaryllis’s feet had carried her away from her castle, but now they ache. Stopping by a stream, she dipped her feet in. The cold welcomed her, the water rushing in between her toes. Settling down on the snow, she took a moment to rest. The wind sent branches bristling, birds chirping alarmed. The world would never be content and quiet. That was what the queen observed. Even after five years of ruling, her subjects were always expecting more of her. That’s why she ran away. She ran away from her problems, from her kingdom, her responsibilities. Maybe now she’ll find calmness between the chaos. . . . what was that? Amaryllis’s eyes observed her surroundings, immediately spotting the problem. Was that a forest fire? In the middle of winter? Impossible. The only way that it would be otherwise is if a witch had made it. Which was again, impossible. Hadn’t she murdered every witch in the kingdom per her subject’s request? Well, not every one of them. She didn’t kill herself, of course - Wait, was she the one who set in on fire? No, no, she couldn’t. Her power was merely ice. Only ice. Not fire. Standing up, her gaze settled on the near-coming fire. Its amber arms seemed to want to devour her, end her. She came here to run away. And what better way to do that, than to d!e? She would let the fire envelope her, welcome her, if it was the last thing she did. She was like ice. She would soon be water.
+Frost (POEM) The land is cold, And the winds brought forth winter frost. All hail the queen of ice, A ghost of snow. As she travels, she carries the cold, Up on her shoulders. Her eyes like ice, They send shivers down your spine. If you are lucky, You may meet her eye. But beware, Those who have seen her, Disappear without why.
