Author's Note: All of these characters, places and stories are owned by me and me alone. Copyright chaoticmayhem09 or something. This story is made not for any actual reason. My reason (if you're wondering) for writing this book is to express myself. Every word I write/type in this little Novel of mine hold's a piece of me. I love this book inch by inch, and I hope you will all enjoy it.

Frost's Moan

Chapter one: The Beautiful Nightmare

So many things flashed before my eyes, flickering with every movement. I could see a boy and a girl, laying in a meadow, their lives filled with content and joy, only to see another. A clock pulling a girl away from a boy and even in the darkness I could sense the fear, the anguish the boy had. After that it was a wheel, endlessly turning around as it was set ablaze. I saw gorgeous and horrifying pictures and scenes at such a heart stopping rate. Then, after a sudden burst of a smile, just a warm, beautiful smile, I was suddenly plunged into a deep sea of blackness. My voice choked as I felt the water fill my lungs to the brim. I thrashed wildly, until I felt a soft hand against my shoulder, and a kind, serene voice roll into my ears.

"Don't fret Owen…I'm here…"

I suddenly woke up with a thud against the floor. I hit it, hard. I groaned half asleep as I unconsciously looked up. At first, I could see nothing but haze, but when my eyes refocused, I could see my roommate and best-friend-for-life, Nate. He was sprawled on his bed (as usual), in his underwear (as usual), in a puddle of drool (As painfully usual.)

I got up to my knees with another groan, pushing myself with half-hearted strength. I stared at the clock. 5:30 am. Jesus Christ, no wonder Nate had been so passed out (as usual.) we still had 2 hours of sleep before we could start the day. I thought about going back to sleep, but then I remembered my Nightmare. I felt a fracture of pain in my temples at the effort of remembering it. I willed myself to get up completely, and do something productive for the next two hours. My will was only enough for one, and I settled for the first thing on the will list.

I got back up on my bed, leaning by back against the wall as I arched up my head, staring at the ceiling. I closed my eyes, still pondering on the dream. The soft voice repeated itself in my head, over and over again. Owen. The more I thought about it, the more I got irritated. This dream has been haunting me for months now, and I still couldn't get used to it. Then I remembered the smile before the plunge into chaos. Whenever I did remember the smile, it always made me smile too. Never knew why. By the time I snapped out of my thoughts, I saw Nate slowly stretching out in his bed, a loud yawn escaping his lips. He sat up, his hair a large curly mess of brown hair. He stared at me with his deep, forest green eyes.

"What time is it…" he asked in a very soft and tired voice. I glanced at the clock, sighing.

"Around six thirty, more or less."

"Oh." He then plopped back into bed, covering himself up with his sheets. Within minutes, I could already hear him snore.

I glanced at the clock again. 6:50. I counted down the last ten minutes, then closed my eyes in expectation.

Of course, as usual, on the dot of 7:00 in the Morning at Croftford Academy, our bubbly and ever so overly-hyper, fun loving child hood friend Amy Croftford, Daughter of the Administer and owner of Croftford Academy himself. She let herself in, a voice loud enough to annoy us but not enough to wake up our neighbors. She was good at leveling her voice to the right degree she wanted, and we weren't sure if it was a talent or a punishment for us. She greeted us with the usual phrase.

"Good Morning Sleepy Studs of Croftford Academy! C'mon were going to miss the best part of the morning!" she had a wide, never-fading smile on her face. Her bright red curls fell at the sides of her face. She looked like a princess if you disregarded her school-girl uniform with all the bright green eyes and creamy skin.

Nate hissed in his usual annoyed voice.

"If the best part is you leaving, I wouldn't miss it for the world." He wrapped himself even more in his sheets, trying to make his own silent, Amy-free world where he could sleep in peace for the next 30 minutes.

She huffed, and then turned to me, her hands on her hips. Her face was stern yet playful.

"Owen?"

Crap. I couldn't get out of this one. So I reluctantly agreed.

"Just let me take my bath and get dressed…"

"Can I watch?"

"Does Nate ever date a girl seriously?"

I heard a snarl from Nate, turning to face the wall. He was now ignoring both of us.

"Well fine. I'll just wait in here." She plopped on my bed, grabbing a magazine from our magazine collection rack and put her feet up, more comfortable than most girls would be.

We arrived at the cafeteria at around 7:30, and only a handful of students were there, including us. It was funny how these halls would be filled in no less than an hour. Amy, despite her loud attitude liked it this way. She never liked big crowds. If it's more than 15 people it's out of Amy's comfort zone. I merely sighed as we lined up and got our "early bird specials."

I didn't blame her for wanting the early bird special. It was freshly cooked bacon with still hot scrambled eggs, and English muffins and pancakes on the side. A tall glass of milk stood next to my tray when we sat down, my eyes still slightly unfocused. I wished the early bird special came a little later in the morning.

"Is it me," she said between mouths full of muffin, "Or did you grow another inch Owen SliceHeart?"

"If I did," I said as I took a sip of my milk, "I'd be 6'3 by now. And we all know I'm tall enough at 6'2."

"And your hair's longer." She reached over and ruffled my black, messy hair. I waved her hand off, groaning.

"Ugh, don't remind me. I got to get a haircut soon. If I don't Professor Cross is going to have a fit."

"And your eyes are still the hazel-nut brown as ever Owen. Do you ever change?"

"If it's normal for a man to have magically changed his eyes from brown to another color over 3 weeks, I would've changed myself a long time ago." I complained, finishing up my eggs.

"They have contacts." She pointed out vaguely.

"I don't need them."

"They can be fashionable."

"Amy, when have I ever cared about fashion?"

She tilted back, examining me.

"When you have the face and body, you can make anything fashionable."

I sighed, biting on my bacon. Guess being a star basketball player did have its perks on my body. I just shrugged it off though, as we brought of plates to the dishwashing drop off.

Then there it was. The same usual routine, on the same usual daily basis, on the same usual lives of people. I always wanted change, but here the change came on such a regular basis it didn't count as change anymore. It was just a routine. Mandatory. Required. I hated every moment of it. Well, not the happy moments being with Amy and Nate, but the moments where I know what the people here think, because that's how we were designed to think. This place was like one big unmoving family, and I didn't want to be part of it. I wanted real change.

But then came a girl.

And a battle.

And a grave.

And I would always wish for the last to have never come at all.