posted on Oct, 25 2011 @ 03:49 PM
Theirs was a love that could not be denied. She was a beautiful princess cave girl from the Oonglit Tribe. He was a bastard prince from the Chunchun
Tribe. They met one day as he was chasing down a deer he had wounded with his arrow. They fell in love. But Ringanor, Chief of the Oonglits,
refused to allow his daughter to be given to this wayward rapscallion. Still, they met in secret until one day the jealousy and spite-filled sister
of the princess informed the Chief of their secretive doings. Filled with rage, the Chief sent his best hunters after the two. The Prince managed to
kill several, but not before he and his true love were mortally wounded. Rather than give up, however, they headed up into the mountains, dreaming of
an escape to a kinder world on the other side of the glacier-frozen peaks. But it was not to be. With his foggy, dying breath, the Prince called out
the name of his love, and they settled into a cold sleep that would last thousands of years.
That's the way I see it, anyway.