I walk up a dangerous iceberg as minty as peppermint.

My name is Ninian and I'm making a decision larger than life.

Hector once told me:"No, it's too dangerous." but I ignored. He just doesn't want me to help the poor girl.

"He has roses for cheeks, blueberries for eyes, and chocolate for hair." I told him, showing him the picture of the boy in the blue parka. "I'll transform into this sweet child of the ice."

Though he was skeptical, Hector let me go.

I kissed the picture and ran away.

And here I wait, staring at how amazing these glaciers look from my fire smelted eyes.

Until I feel a slight tug at my ice covered dress, as it is the little boy who worships the eggplants.

But I can see him with ice as tears.

He walks up to my cotton candy blue dress, and tells me that "she" is dead.

I tell my new form I'll heal her.

I hug him, but then still cries.

He's crying because he's fading away until I transform.

I tell him:"I'll come back. I promise."

He holds my hands and smiles.

Later, I take out my eggplant.

I don't eat it.

I find the eggplant as a soul.

It's glowing purple skin reminds me of all the cuts and bruises I've received in the past.

"They're all purple..." I say as I glare at the mysterious fruit more and more.

I hold it up in my cold, hurting hands and I put it in my heart as I walk up the iceberg.

Then, I pray to the child as a movie plays of a man in a red cap crying at a graveyard with a pink and blue cross in my brain.

"Deep…" I say while also having an intrusive thought of "her" about to jump off that stage where she played the game once but never again.

But as I am praying, I suddenly become surrounded by bloodthirsty topi seals, polar bears, and nitpickers.

I fall down on my scraped knees, and cry a little, knowing that this will be my existence very soon.

But I don't throw myself a pity party,

even if those mysterious creatures want to feast on my changing soul.

I close my eyes and count to 3 to see if they disappear.

The creatures actually disappear, making me think if they were imaginary or not.

"They seemed so real..." I whisper as the glacier starts to shake.

But I run to the very top of the iceberg so this body can change after so many years of being in such a timeline.

Though my second form has his hardships too, at least he is a kid forever; happy and full of love.

And yet I keep crying because I'll miss my determine dragon form.

But I have to do it.

I get up, clench my chest, and say: "Eliwood.. Can you hear me? For I need to help her. I'll turn myself into an Ice climber, and permanently until our meaningless lives fade away."

I stretch my body in a ballet-like manner.

I put my fingers into the madonna lily tinted sky as the crystals of snow sugar melt on my white fingertips.

I can feel them getting tingly.

I could also feel a storm, and I slip off the breaking iceberg.

But I don't panic and instead rather happily fall freely for my new beginning like a butterfly coming from its chrysalis.

As I fall, I take my crystal and merge the miracle fruit in my heart with it.

I finally kiss the it.

"Rebmilc eci", I whisper.

The metamorphosis is about to begin.

Icy swirls surround me as I make a impersonating face.

My cheeks are starting to feel squishy and cute.

The back with my long hair becomes the back of now a blue parka.

My eyes were fire of a burning house but now a blue sky of the heavens above.

My feet and legs are becoming tiny but the truth is that I'm feeling pain.

But I enjoy it.

I enjoy the pain because it shows I am turning into something extraordinary.

Soon, the hands turn into mittens sewn softly into my skin.

"I feel so wonderful!" I proudly exclaim as rings of white fluff are stitched into my already mutilated wrists.

Tiny spikes on my feet cut them open.

Fresh blood covers them.

I don't scream. I still enjoy my suffering.

My voice sounds as young as a baby.

And it sounds so sweet but also so bitter when I realize all he has been through.

It sounds as if a child sacrificed all he can do to save his sister.

He seems so eager to save her as he hikes up those dangerous mountaintops.

Until he gives up, and wants to fall off his cliff.

Or hung to an old tree until his temporary flesh rots.

I fear that could be the future of whom I'm turning into.

"ᵢₜₐ!" I yelp in my new voice as my body begins to shrink.

As I'm wallowing in my cruel thoughts, my eyes hurt as blood rushes from them.

They are becoming beady, and my eyelashes fall off.

But the blood doesn't bother me.

Instead, it reminds me of how alive I am.

It's as red as the cap of that man I keep imagining in my mind.

My neck has been replaced with fluffy layers of blue and white.

But the question remains. Shouldn't it be blue and black?

The dress of mine has became a beautiful parka.

It's cotton candy flavor turns to a winter's night, and my body feels so nice.

The hair becomes brown as leaves in the autumn.

To be blunt, it doesn't feel as realistic as it used to be.

The cheeks bloom roses.

They feel like the most beautiful roses you'll ever pick but the truth is, they can't grow.

White ribbons cover my mangled feet as they become shoes that belong to a baby boy.

They are extremely beautiful with a bold wooden finish.

I cover my face to the fact it is now completely round, and my nose has disappeared into the abyss.

My lips smile in a cutesy way, as the sides of my head are covered with fur white as snow.

I close my softly painted eyes as it looks like I'm walking on the frozen air. Though my hands ache, I can't help but to keep smiling.

I put my white colored shoes into the ice paved ground as I open my blue dyed eyes to this place.

I look at the mirror of the brand new world of harsh winters.

Swirls surround me once again.

It seen that the metamorphosis is now complete.

"And I say "My nose is broken, my legs are tiny, and I'm dyed in blue. I'm now Popo.

I'll be your savior, I'll never stop fighting for you, For I'll remember you, Nana." I softly whisper as I hold a wood crafted mallet in my mitten-sewn hands.

And I lay on the icy ground.

My old body flies up to heaven.

I cry icy tears of my bittersweet decision. I realize that my body does not feel as true as it used to be. It feels...different.

And yet I'm happy that my old body is gone; the fact I'm in childhood again.

So I get up and embrace my astonishing transformation as I stare into the icy distance.

"This is my new configuration.

My name is now Popo.

I am going on a journey that might seem like an endless loop of his game.

Goodbye, Ninian. See you after my death."