"Delay always breeds danger; and to protract a great design is often to ruin it."

~Miguel de Cervantes.

There were people who said magic existed.

Perhaps they were right. Because today, I had seen the impossible happen.

And the impossible was where my story started.

Heroes...

It was such a funny word...

I never imagined myself as a hero. I was raised to be noble, kind and not flaunt the fortune I had. I was not unfortunate. I was born in a gilded cradle, had a loving family, parents and a big sister which dotted on me like there was no tomorrow, a really kind and helpful white cat pet, the master bedroom of my house... Was a nice person despite all this and...

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I had a few good friends, was a straight A student, was... I hate to sound arrogant, but... I was apparently really nice looking (something that would become too evident for even me to ignore one month before this all started) and even skipped a year and got my dream job on the Bolshoi Ballet Company...

But I still felt empty. I didn't have the heart of the girl I had always loved. I hadn't left my country or even retraced the roots of my mother's family, my roots. I felt something had always been missing.

Then, when you least expected it, you got your answers. I got my answers.

As I stared into the eyes of the frost giant —one that stood so tall even that even with me atop the rooftop of a two story building I couldn't look at his eyes without looking up— I understood the reason the reason for my emptiness. Why I felt there was something missing in my life.

Because there was. And I had finally found it.

And I was going to make sure I was remembered for it.

The giant moved forward, and I entered the fray.