In the village of Eldermoor, there was a legend whispered only in the darkest hours of night—a tale of a bride who waited endlessly for her prince. Her name was Eliza, a beautiful young woman whose heart was promised to a nobleman. But on the eve of their wedding, tragedy struck. Her prince vanished without a trace, leaving her heartbroken and abandoned at the altar. Desperate to reunite with him, she swore an oath that she would wait for him, no matter how long it took.
Years turned into decades, and Eliza never moved on. The villagers spoke of seeing her ghost wandering the woods near the chapel, dressed in her wedding gown, her pale face twisted in sorrow and fury. Her whispers could be heard on the wind, calling for her prince to return.
One fateful evening, a young man named Daniel, unfamiliar with the village’s eerie legend, decided to venture into the forest after hearing the tale in the local tavern. He laughed it off, certain that it was nothing more than a ghost story to scare away travelers. But as he approached the chapel ruins, the air turned cold. The trees seemed to close in around him, and a strange fog began to swirl at his feet.
Suddenly, he heard it—a soft, delicate voice drifting through the air. “My prince… you’ve come.”
Daniel froze, his breath catching in his throat. A figure emerged from the mist—a woman in a tattered wedding dress, her hollow eyes locking onto his. Her smile, once sweet, now appeared unnervingly wide.
“You’re here… after all these years.”
Daniel tried to run, but the ground beneath him seemed to pull him down, roots tangling around his ankles. Eliza’s icy hand grazed his cheek, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
“You promised me forever,” she whispered. “And now, it’s time to keep that promise.”
The villagers say that Eliza finally found her prince that night, but Daniel was never seen again. And still, on cold, foggy nights, some claim to hear her voice echoing through the forest, a bride forever waiting for her next prince to come.