Bloodred path, dead pale world
Silver coin, shining grin
Ghost dreams for which I hoped
Pain within for a deadlist sin
Dawning agony for a sundown drowned

Breaking dawn, sweet wine of twilight
Lust of ancient core, dreamless fight
For a life in strife, pure lie, insanest night
Childish dream of one last flight

A path through the storm
With the last toll of bell this world is gone
For another sigh of tomorrow
For a gravely ghost of dawn

Bloodred path, dead pale world
Silver coin, shining grin
Ghost dreams for which I hoped
Pain within for a deadlist sin
Dawning agony for a sundown drowned

Forgive the pain in heart
Forget a sin of the past
Leave dreamless tears apart

Longing for a long lost love
Nevergone, forever pure and deep
Apart but so close
A kindest touch of eternal sleep

I’m lost in time
I’m lost in tide
Forgotten line
Of blind cold night

Cover me from the storm
Save me from the evil
Catch the dream of a fallen
While I lie in this fever
Cover me from the world
Keep me from the evil
Warm the heart when it’s cold
Save a heart of the unforgiven

Through the darkness
Over the silence
I’m running to the innocent blue
Still loving you

Across a field of dew
Over the mountains high
I’m flying to you
For the one and only storytime

Cover me from the storm
Save me from the evil
Catch the dream of a fallen
While I lie in this fever
Cover me from the world
Keep me from the evil
Warm the heart when it’s cold
Save a heart of the unforgiven

Path to Hell
Is my last resort to call
Song played so well
A beauty of the unborn
Dream of a fairy tale
Is my last farewell

Silence around my neck
Coiled a black poisoned noose
No running path to turn back
Last life game to loose

Path to Hell
Is my last resort to call
Song played so well
A beauty of the unborn
Dream of a fairy tale
Is my last farewell
Dream of sweet night time
My last goodbye

My dream, my pride
My tears to hide
My love, my sigh
My last goodbye
My faith, my guide
My soul, my life
My wish to die

Deep pain to carry in
Silent desperation to bury within
Dear memory to keep alive
To live for the one last ride

Dream of sweet night time
My last goodbye
Dream of once lost pride
For a lost goodbye…

Followed by nightmares
Haunted by dark cold shades
I run through the darkness
Singing in blind silence

Leaving on dawn
Coming with sundown
Tomorrow writes a new song
While yesterday is gone

Gigantic toys, storytime, ghost rivers
Last ride through the end of the day
My deep cry through the nightmares

Only dreams write our reality
Another day, everyday
Ghost of cold yesterday
Sweet kiss from dear memory

Years through the fears,
Through the tears
Deep inside
I walked and prayed
Always standing behind
While you’ve played
In dawn pale and blind

With the wolves I ran
Across the fields and woods
Over the hills and to the day’s end
Through the darkness with the wolves
To breathe, to feel alive
To dream one more time

…Kaija looked at her hands. A moment ago she saw bloodred tracks on her milk-like skin. She sighed and eyed Teller.
His sight was worried and a bit confused.

— For a couple of weeks I have weird and scary dreams… Bad nightmares are haunting me everywhere. I just… I don’t know what to do. Wolf.. I mean Teller… Oh dear, I’m totally broken.
— Calm down, calm down… what nightmares? About vampires or that dark shadow?
— The shadow. And now bloodtracks on my hands…
— Again? Hmm… — he looked at her and closed his eyes. — Breathe deep and close your eyes. I need to see it all.

She obeyed and closed her eyes. He took her hand and bent to her neck kissing her gently and biting then. She didn’t even move. He took a sip and another one and another, the last one. She did the same with him.
They had their own methods and ways of looking through eachother’s memories and nightmares.

He could hardly stop. Always her blood had a very special power over him.
Kaija shouldn’t bite him because he only needed her blood to read her thoughts. But she felt that deep desire which she wanted to follow, to drown in it like in the endless ocean…

— So… what do you think? — whispered she opening her eyes. He was looking at her with tears in his eyes.
— It’s haunting you. It wants you, it wants your blood… — said he holding her hand tight.
— What is that? Do you know? — asked she still feeling the taste of his blood in her mouth. She felt it on her lips and she slowly licked it from her lips.
He caught her blurry sight, her dreamy eyes looking at him with wish and desire.
Very carefully he bent to her and kissed her lips. He felt the taste of his own blood and tried to remember one thing.

— Yes, it’s a Night of Silver Moon. But why? Oh my God… — sighed she remembering Haave’s words.
— I couldn’t… I… I don’t want this.. not this price. Forgive me… — whispered he to her and sat on the bed.
— If I didn’t bite you too… it’s my fault after all. Teller… dear… Kulta, it should be. It was meant to be so then. You’re this innocence in me.

She took his hand and looked deep in his eyes. Waves of dreamful ocean captivated him and put in that deep blue prison of that wistful sea.
Kaija kissed him kindly and lay near him. Soon they fell asleep holding eachother’s hands tight.

…Weeping was getting closer and closer.

— Princessa… — silent voice called.

‘But it’s a…’ — thought he and turned around.

That was a child. She wept and looked at him with her eyes full of tears.

— Give her back!

Door to your dark room
Fears are gone on dawn
Nightmares faded in deep blue
Vanishing they’re all gone

Take my hand through the miles
Reading letters through past times
Keep my heart beating
Keep my eyes brightly shining
Keep a memory of me alive

You held my hand when I was alone
You dried my tears when I cried
You fell asleep with me on dawn
You are the one for whom I’d give my life

Through the distance so far
Above the clouds so white
Across the fields resting calm in snow
Beneath a fallen star
In the shadow of frozen night
Rivers of memory will flow

…Soon December is coming. Dreamy leaves are still holding at frozen trees and trying to survive these cold days, last days of November.

Sun doesn’t shine as bright and warm as it used to be in October. Winter is coming. You can feel it in the air, in every single breath of wind on dawn, on dark path running away from home through the forest… You can feel it everywhere.

Kaija yawned and got up. She looks at sleeping Haave near the fireplace. He decided to stay at Teller’s place for a couple of days or “till the end of days” as he said.
Teller is still sleeping near. He is calm and peaceful like an angel so innocent, closed eyes with long dark eyelashes silently trembling. She feels his touch on her hand (he always holds her hand in a sleep), his silent breath, his soft warmth…
She put her hand on his shoulder and slowly stroked his hair. She kissed his forehead. He opened his eyes and now he’s looking at her.

— Good morning. — whispered she. — Slept well?
— Good morning. Fine, thanks. And you? — asked he with a smile.
— Pretty much…

She sighed and looked in the window. Teller embraced her without any questions. She needs his warmth, he knows it.

‘In your mind you keep this thought
I’m the one for you in this world
In your mind you hold me dear
I’m a dream you wrote once real
In your mind I’m always near
In your smile and in your tear…’

— Did you know that? About unicorns’ blood. — asked she suddenly.
— That it can cure? Yes. — said he never understanding what she meant.
— It gives immortality to the one who drinks it. Or ever tried it.

Teller looked at her. He is shocked, but still he knew that it can heal. Kaija smiles at him and looks in his eyes trying to see dreamlight deep inside.
But only she could see is deep anger. He is angry with himself.

— Please, go. — told he and his voice was cold. — Just go. You shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t do that…
— Teller, I won’t leave you. I’ve promised….
— Just  GO! Stay away from me! I’m a monster… immortal beast.
— But I need you… — wept Kaija.
— Go! — roared Teller and she saw his wolf eyes.

‘None will go away. Susi, we’ll have a conversation, now. Kaija, sleep for a while.’
Haave woke up when Teller told Kaija to leave him and was listening to them. Now as Kaija fell asleep (Haave’s magic always worked fine) he’s looking at Teller in silence.

— What are you doing? What the hell are you doing? — asked he calmly.
— She deserves better life…
— She deserves that life she has and wants to have. Don’t make any decision for her. — Haave’s voice dwelt with cold ice. — She chose her path. She tied her life with you. She combined these tiny paths of you and her. Don’t break her, don’t tear it all.

Teller thought in silence. Then he looked at Haave and asked:
— Am I immortal?
— Not yet. You have to drink her blood thrice. And she has to drink yours. And then, to end this ritual, you both should…
— Mh? Is that..
— Exactly. — nodded Haave. — I don’t think it’s a great problem for you, my little friend. And also it should be done in a night of fullmoon. Silver eclipse of your burning desire… — grinned Haave at Teller.

She didn’t want to talk to anyone. Such dream moment of silence were the greatest pleasure, especially on sundown. Kaija looked at the setting sun. Red rays painted white clouds with blood of dying horizon.
Silence covered the wood and the lake. Sometimes they could hear evening songs of the birds far away. Calm wind whispered to her with its frozen melody of coming night. Last days of November were short and faded so fast…

— Don’t you want to know about your shadow? — asked he looking at the horizon.
— Why? Is there anything special about it? — replied she still thinking about things of her own.
— Some very special points, yes. You would like to know them all, I assume.

She slowly turned her head and looked at him. His eyes were burning with curiosity and desire to share precious information with her.

— Go ahead. — sighed she understanding that anyway she would hear that.
— You are the purest creature in Shadow world. And your blood is very precious for the lowest creatures like Dreamcatchers and Soulhaunters. But they are not the greatest danger for you while you have your dear friend-wolf by your side.
— I know this, he told me that. Is there anything.. hm, more serious about being the purest shade creature? — asked she looking in his eyes. — Remember I can read your thoughts. Much deeper than you think. I train all the time.
— Don’t worry. I know. You’re growing.I remember you since you were a little girl. You’re getting stronger, I feel this. You are right, there is one thing you should know. The Unicorns are very special creatures. They can give immortality to other creatures. Through their blood. Let one drink it and he/she will be immortal. Exactly like you. 

Follow the dream while your heart leads you astray
While road goes on, while memories are still alive
Run faraway to catch the end of a dying day

Sand on a shore forlorn
White lands of snow
River flowing through
Heart memory’s dew
Dreamshade, tear-shaped feel
Pale touch of belief

Don’t close the door through the time
Make a wish under a fallen star
Don’t erase every memory of mine
While innocence holds still your hand
Don’t give up a dream while it’s not the end

Follow the dream while your heart leads you astray
While road goes on, while memories are still alive
Run faraway to catch the end of a dying day

Sand on a shore forlorn
White lands of snow
River flowing through
Heart memory’s dew
Dreamshade, tear-shaped feel
Pale touch of belief

My heart-shaped belief
Sweet dream of memory’s feel
For a teary dew on my bare feet
I bear my frozen March dream