It was snowing in Paris that night. Beautiful snow flakes fell from the sky making the city look like a winter wonderland. Though snow was common in Paris it was not yet the right temperature for it which caused confusion for many people. But the most confused of all was a little girl. She sat in her bed looking out the window, watching the white cold flower petals fall to the ground while curiously wondering where it came from. She was about eight years old, a sweet and innocent child who loved to smile, play, laugh, and sing like most children her age. People said she had her mother's looks which was true. They had the same hair, skin, and facial structure but she had her father's eyes and his nose.
Across from her bed there sat her mother in a chair working on her embroidery. She was a fair faced woman with eyes of compassion and warmth that could heal any broken or lonely heart. The man who married her was very lucky for she was one of the loveliest and kindest ladies in all of Paris. Their little daughter would no doubt grow up to be just as beautiful as her mother and just as loving. But right now the child was thinking about that, she was thinking about the strange yet glistening snow that fell at such an unusual time.
"Mama. Why is it snowing? It's not cold enough for it."
"Well that in itself is a mystery." The mother said.
"Can you please tell me?"
"Honey it's late, go to sleep."
"But I'm not tired and besides I can't go to sleep without a bedtime story."
"Alright." She agreed. "Well you see that snow is very special. Because it comes from someone's hands."
"Hands?"
"Yes. It happened a long time ago, long before you were born. High up on a in an old mansion there lived an inventor called Master Fu who was awfully lonely and wanted a friend or a family. Everyday he prayed to God to send him someone to keep him company."
"Did he get a friend?"
"It all started on a cold winter's night. There was a terrible storm, snow, ice, and wind. It was said to be the coldest day on earth. Fu found a pregnant woman stranded in the cold weather. She was freezing and about to have her baby. Fu tried to help her best he could but the cold had made her so weak that she died giving birth to a son. The cold had also caused complications for the child, it paralyzed the muscles in his arms and legs that would eventually lead to cutting off blood flow and his heart giving out. To save the boy Fu had no choice but to cut off his arms and legs."
"He cut off his arms and legs?"
"Well the snow storm had him trapped so he couldn't take him to the hospital. It was a now or never situation. Fu didn't know who the woman was or where she came from so he couldn't find where to send the baby to. So he adopted the baby and raised him as his own. He finally had a friend, he wasn't alone anymore but he wanted the boy to be able to walk and run and swing and climb. To use his arms and legs, so he built him artificial body parts to replace the ones he lost. He built the boy working artificial feet, legs, and arms all he needed was to make the hands which were a lot more difficult to make than the others so until they were ready he gave the boy sharp blades of destruction to use in their place. But it took him a very long time build each part perfectly, five years I think and he was so old. He kept getting older and older, then one day just when he finally finished the hands he had a heart attack and died leaving the poor boy alone and unfinished."
"Did he have a name?"
"Yes, everyone has a name. His mother told Master Fu what it was just before she died. She decided to call him Adrien."
"Adrien?"
"Yes, isn't a lovely name? I always thought so."
"Mama you said he had sharp blades of destruction for hands, what does that mean?"
"It means his hands were sharp and if they touched anything it would be destroyed instantly but the inventor made special gloves to cover the blades however the sharp ends of the blades stuck out a little from the gloves almost like claws but if they touched anything the worst it would do was cut. But he still couldn't hold anything and he was afraid to touch anyone because he thought he would hurt them. So he lived alone in that big mansion for ten sad lonely years until..."