Whatever, time to finish this bitch. Actually going to finish this story which I had to redo parts of because...heh...it made no sense. It still doesn't but hey, I tried. Just kidding, oh well. I don't own the stuff that's copy righted, everything else I loosely own but it's on the internet so who fucking cares. See, I used a naughty word because this is mature. If that offended you you should probably turn back because expect more. I'll update daily until like chapter...ummm...five. Maybe more, who knows. Oh by the by, if you haven't read Split yet I'd skim through it, it will help you know, since this is based off the events of that story but it's not required for understanding. Also, enjoy and review if you feel like it.
~Whisper
The snowflakes gently fell from the sky onto the soft white blanket of snow that covered the earth like a sea of white. The wind sheared across the ground blowing it back up into the air creating a bizarre white fog. A lone dragon cut across the cold plain of snow. It lumbered onward driven by an unknown force. It had white scale just like the snow, its eyes where grey, and its horns pure ivory. A single snowflake fell onto its snout. It glanced at it and watched it melt into water. It dripped down off his snout and fell to the ground where it refroze. It shivered as another gust blew a torrent of snow into him. He thought about this feeling he had, this feeling that he couldn't explain.
"This feeling I feel, is it emptiness?" He thought. "Or is it just the cold?" He quickly dismissed it and moved onwards. He saw lights ahead and quickened his pace. He began to see a shadowy form of gates off into the distance. He found himself staring into the eyes of a statue. It stood in front of him beckoning him into the town. It had a sort of, presence to it. Under it read a plaque that said In Memory of Flame with a short poem at the bottom. He walked past it and paused for a moment. That name, so familiar yet he had never heard it. He pushed it out of his mind and walked into the gates. The streets were empty; obviously all the residents were keeping out of the cold. He looked for an inn he could stay in but couldn't help feeling that he was being watched. He looked over his shoulder to see nothing but the barren white streets of the town. Where was he going? What was he doing? How long had he been doing it? Why was he doing it? All these question where a blur in his head which felt as empty as the image before him. He felt if he just laid down and closed his eyes, he'd disappear into the snow. He shook his head and continued down the street, driven by a fear of something he'd avoided for years he couldn't even count.
"Cruel," He thought. "I am afraid...of something I can't even remember,"