Note: It has been three years since I've worked on this story. I'm working on it again as we speak, but I will not be rewriting these first three chapters. I'm simply going to continue from where I left off.
My writing skills have significantly improved in the time I've been gone, and all I ask is that you give this story a good fighting chance. Look at the story more than the content. Every chapter after three will be better content wise, though the story is the same.
Keep this in mind, and happy reading!
My name is Aria, or at least that's what I have been told. I have been told a lot of things. I'm sixteen, my hair goes down to my chest and it's brown, my eyes are green. None of these things I have learned myself, the things I know are only the things I have been told.
As I find myself in unknown surroundings I try to recall the one thing I have been told, my reason for being here. Trust. The meaning of the word I was not told, so I suppose it's one of the things I need to learn while I'm here.
Observing my surroundings the first thing I notice is how bright it is. Everything can be seen, including me. Letting my eyes adjust to the level of brightness the second thing I see are trees. They look about the same as what I remember, bare and blank. But they also are draped in a substance that is even brighter than everything that I can see, it's a pure white. Looking around a bit more I notice it seems to be everywhere, and it's cold to the touch. Whatever it is, I think I like it.
So these few things I have noticed seem to be the things that make up this town called Burgess. After a bit of walking I find that I am no longer alone. I see strange creatures with pale skin, just like mine. I didn't know there were others like me. Father called them 'humans', and apparently I am one of them. They come in many different shapes and sizes, and although they look like me none of them are quite the same.
There is one type of human I am looking for, children. Supposedly they are smaller than me and younger than me as well. 'Earn the trust of the children of Burgess.' That's what my mission is. Walking on I try to think of things that might help me on my quest, but I'm ripped away from my thoughts as my vision is blinded by cold. Wiping my face carefully I notice that the white substance that litters the ground is what I'm wiping away.
"Jamie, you hit a stranger!" Searching around for the source I find a human, rather small might I add. A girl, a child. Before I can even begin to try and earn the trust of the child, another appears before me. This time it's a boy with short brown hair and radiant brown eyes to match. He was holding his hand out to me, and without a second thought I put my hand in his. Apparently I had fallen from the impact which explains why he looks so much taller than me. When he helped me up I noticed that I was indeed taller than him.
"I'm really sorry for hitting you in the face with a snowball!" His apology was rather blunt and rushed, and his face expressed a look I believe is called sadness. No, that's wrong. Maybe it was worry. Maybe guilt? For a moment I look at my hand, noticing how small it was. How fragile. His eyes searched me for a response.
"It's alright. But, if it's alright to ask, what is a snowball?" I questioned. I was even more confused by how weak and childish my own voice sounded. It was incredibly feminine it seemed. The boy looked at me strange, as did the rest of the children.
"You don't know what a snowball is?" I shook my head lightly. "How about snow?" This earned another light shake of the head. Then to my surprise the boy started laughing, was he laughing at me? Then he gestured to all the white stuff on the ground. Bending down I scooped some up in my ungloved hand.
"So it's called...snow?" This was the first thing I had learned, and I was proud. The boy nodded and I could still hear his laughter. I found myself smiling lightly, though I didn't understand the meaning behind it.
"I take it you're not from around here. Welcome to Burgess, you'll be seeing a lot of snow here! What's you're name?" His voice was awfully cheerful for talking to a stranger. Did he trust me?
"Aria."
"Last name?" I gave the strange boy a strange look.
"The last name I ever recall having was Aria." I continued to gaze at him confused as he laughed again.
"My name is Jamie Bennett, and we're friends now. Okay?" Though I didn't quite know what the word meant I nodded. Jamie Bennett, the first child to be my friend.
Author's Note:
I know it's short, but it's mostly a prologue. I hope you enjoy it so far, but the story is mostly for my own enjoyment~!