She is walking upon the moss green, fingers tracing the bright stone of curving walls when the air splits and splinters, and the Golden Prince is there. She knows him as she knows them all in the instant of seeing. Remembering suddenly the past and present as it unfolds. Remembering the aura of his shimmering robes, the bright eyes of grey, the flowing hair like the light of last sunset, his hand reaching for hers."Thou wilt never abandon me, Pale Princess," he says. "Thou wilt fight the forces of fate to stay eternal at my side."She smiles to see him because she must smile. Because she is a piece in the game of Heart and Light, feeling the tug of the dance her song makes, that her love makes as she watches the movement of other milling figures bright upon their shimmering sea.This much she knows. The game of Heart and Light is a game that she must win...