Hello there, this is my first fanfic, so please be gentle, although I will highly appreciate constructive criticism. So here we go, I hope you like n.n
The Forgotten Child - Prelude -
There was a little boy no more than eight years old, untamed brown hair which look like the thin branches of the trees from the woods near the village, as any boy it had bright yes and a big smile, bridge between one ear to another. Even though there was snow and the cold breeze the boy clothes were light and only show little protection against the cold, god bless children for his fun was the really protection he needed; it was night but he was running through his home village like there was no tomorrow, running besides him were his friends and the cruel world had a little pice of color.
There was a young boy , his hair was wild and so unrightfully white for such childish face, bright blue yes that look with wonder to the new world he was born into, he hadn't see much, but how could such innocent creature believe that this world hold any dark side, for the light has been the one to receive him and given him his very first breathe. Child of winter a child of light, looks into this world inpatient to discover its wonders, hopes and dreams, ready to play and had fun. His staff his first possession was without doubt becoming his favorite, with it he could create the beauty and the purity, cold to the touch and warm to the eyes. His staff did wonders, make him hope that everything was a rainbow of colors, create his first memories since he rise from that lake, and so precious were the delicate frost patterns that his winter wonderland looked like a dream of another life.
Both children laughed and saw the world with glee, both were breathing, both were living.
Both children were in front of each other, the older one kneeled to be at the same hight of the younger one, smile on face
-Excuse could you tell me were I am?-
Both children came in contact which each other, but their flesh didn't touch, like if they were made of wind they pass through each other.
A little boy with brown hair ran cheerfully towards his home, no worries in his little world.
A little boy with snowy hair stood in the middle of a village, his newborn face learned that cruel night how to show true sorrow and and the winter child, the child of light experimented pain, it was new like everything he was discovering, oh but how heart tearing, how cold, how lonely pain feel like. Why? is it? I don't understand , where the thoughts of the once cheerful child, and like any other child after feeling pain looked for someone to confort him, someone that hold him and tell him that everything was going to be ok, but mostly the child desire touch. God don't forget your children for this world is cruel with so little happy places. The child desired touch but he was not given that, he was given more pain, his cries of desperation fallen into deaf ears, his hands travel though untouchable flesh, his eyes saw the world but world didn't want so saw him back.
-Hello-
-Hello!-
-HELLOOOOOO!-
Jack Frost, the moon told him, then it went silent and child walked sadly around the woods, frost din't bring wonder and hope and the winter wonderland certainly looked more like a night mare than a dream.
That night one of the most ancient spirits of this planet, the Wind saw the birth of a winter child, it didn't looked like the big thing, but curiosity was always a way to describe her, and once she was so innocent eyes full of potential when he was flying with her, Wind could help t bu to fall in night the winter child, the child of light also became the child of Wind, that night the new mother howled madly and in complete fury as she couldn't confort the cries of her child, blizzards danced around the village as the mother's hands could barely lick her treasure's tears, mom was mad and everyone in the village scream in fear.
-YOU MAKE HIM CRY, HOW DARE YOU TAKE HIS SMILE FOM US- she scream
That night there was a new child, there was pain and anger…
and Fun cried in the middle of the woods, for there was no Wonder, Hope, Memories or Dreams.
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Reflexion
When were born everyone was happy, we where wanted and so happy was that day that they celebrate us every year. Or mother feel relief and joy, love and hope, there are no words in this life that could ever describe to its fullness how a mother feels when she hears for the first time her baby's cries and so with our father, They are our guides and the guys who know almost every trick in the game of life.
But is true that our first feelings are pain for our organs are starting to work in a different embiroment, strange and full of scary noises. There are new sensations and we want to return to that peaceful place inside mommy, we were safe and happy there, so we cry, we cry because we ache, we cry because we don't know how to speak, we cry want help, help to understand this madness.
It is a fact that once mommy hold us we are in heaven once again, she sings and it doesn't matter if she is not good at it, for her voice mutes the strange noises, and her touch is nothing new, it's familiar, its home, its love. Its with our mother, and later with our father that the world starts to see more welcoming, more tolerable, and so a new adventure begins, we start dreaming, the memories are blur but we are starting to having them, we hope to relay in her heaven for ever, every little thing is full of wonder. We are born into this world it's crazy but sure a fun ride.