He shivers at the cool temperature and holds himself; there is a sharp wind blowing in from the northeast and the boy is underdressed for such weather. It's strange, really, something tells him there is something off about this feeling. Something is not right, that he should not be able to feel the ice underneath his bare feet; nor the biting wind against his exposed angles, drifting through the thin material of his light shirt. It seems almost as if he is someone he is not, and thinking back to the events earlier in the night, that may just be so. Why he's out here in the first place is a mystery to him, along with exactly who he is or what he is meant to be doing.
Rubbing his thin arms against his pale skin, a vain attempt at generating friction, he glances around himself at the silent forest he finds himself in. He knows he has escaped, that he has done as he wanted- no that he has needed- to do, but something tells him there is a problem. The forest is quiet, too quiet. Although it is late at night, even the soft sound of animals padding on snow should be heard; the silence is unnerving, to say the least. Moving back a few steps, he is shocked by the change of texture against his feet and jumps slightly. How he hates the cold, a constant companion that has been following him for as long as he can remember, one that has always brought him pain and unhappiness.
The light tap of wood against his left foot brings him out of his thoughts. Glancing down, he sees a wooden stick with an almost circular bend at the very stop. He bends down and picks up the strange stick, something in his head whispering it is important, it is his, he needs it. Staring down at the foreign object, strange yet familiar in his grasp, he does not notice the slight crackling sound before it is too late. With a strangled cry he falls, plunging into the icy depths of the silent lake. All remains silent, even after the boy falls, it is almost as if he did not exist in the first place. So, the night goes on, with only the shining moon above as the audience to the boy's demise. There is no one to save him from the frigid waters, no one to morn him, no one but the boy himself and the frozen moon.
When his eyes snap open and he awakens, the moon has left from the night sky, leaving only darkness and silence.
Dascini here! I hope you have all enjoyed my very short opening prologue- I would like to apologize for the shortness of it, but I didn't want to put too much into the opening, and I thought it would be a rough transition for what will be in the next chapter. Please be patient with waiting for updates! I assure you, this story has much to it, and I hope you all enjoy it very much! If you have anything you wish to say, please send a review! Reviews, favorites, and follows are all appreciated, as always! There is no set schedule for updating, but I will do my best to update as often as possible! Please, treat me kindly.
~ Dascini