“Desolation is a file, and the endurance of darkness is preparation for great light."
St. John of the Cross.
Philip could not believe that she was finally awake. He embraced her and she corresponded, yet her weakness was obvious. Aurora could barely move. However, she smiled broadly and touched his cheeks showing her Prince that she felt as blissful as he did.
'I cannot believe this is finally over,' said the Prince, sitting right beside her and holding her hands.
'I...I feel so tired. Ironic, right?' uttered the Princess in a monotonous whisper. She could barely speak.
'How long have I been...?'
'Asleep? It's been five long years,' answered Phillip.
'You have a lot to catch up to, but there will be time for that.'
'Now we have to get you on your feet.'
'I can feel my legs and my body, but I don't know whether I'll be able to move,' explained Aurora. She felt uncertain and somewhat scared.
'There's no need for that, I will carry you, my love.'
Aurora smiled again, she was confused and happy at the same time. It had been five years...she had to get used to everything again. As Philip leaned closer to her and lifted her up, she could gaze through the wooden window and felt appalled by what she saw.
The whole kingdom, the beloved land of her parents looked desolated. Dead trees, run down villages, caws of crows, the most evil of all birds...and exactly behind the Ogre Mountain, her royal palace stood completely destroyed.
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