Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians or Echo.
The autumn wind flowed through the trees, blowing the orange leaves away from the withering branches. The dark clouds above blocked out the rays of the hidden sun, casting a dreary shadow upon the forest.
Only one being was in the forest, as the animals had fled for the foreshadowed storm. A boy walked upon the fallen leaves, his snow white hair being blown by the anxious wind. His tattered brown and white clothing contrasted with his deathly pale skin, a shepherd's staff clutched in his firm grip.
The boy walked throughout the forest, a ghost of a smile upon his lips. He picked up fallen leaves, watching with wide blue eyes as intricate designs spread onto the dying plants like how smallpox was spreading through the colony next to the woods.
The leaves fell from his grip as thunder resonated throughout the forest. Frightened immensely by the ominous sound, the white haired boy ducked behind a tree, distressed to find no escape from the echo of the thunder.
Heaving a heavy sigh as the sound momentarily stopped, the startled boy quickly scanned the forest, his icy eyes widening in barely noticeable surprise when he caught sight of a small object in a near clearing. A lone flower stood, seemingly determined not to be deterred by the cold biting at its soft, blue petals. The flower was slowly wilting, no other plants near it to keep it strong through the oncoming winter season.
The boy ran towards the plant, his pale hand reaching out to stroke its drooping petals. He stopped short, though, as he realized it would do the plant no good. He could only bring cold, and that would only make the plant wilt faster. He could not nurture the plant, could not bring comfort to its pain. The flower was despondent in this world unfit for such a thing. It wouldn't last much longer.
Thunder pulled the boy out of his thoughts, his icy eyes closing as he flinched. He didn't move from his spot, even as the rain started to fall. The sky was crying for him as he sat on the soggy ground, his brown pants becoming soaked with the clouds' tears. He realized with a start that he was a lot like that withering flower.
He, too, was alone.
Hello, hello
Anybody out there?
'Cause I don't hear a sound...