So, this was a random idea I had and I decided to write it out and I liked it. So I thought, what the heck, lets post it.
I hope you all like it!
Anyway, here we go.
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'Winter is Coming.' The whispered words echoed quietly throughout the wood. The stark branches of the trees creaked and moaned ominously , the full, round moon shining its yellow tendrils of light, swept over the ground like a gentle caress.
'Winter is coming.' Said the wind again, a quiet, mischievous chuckle riding on its current. Autumn leaves stirred, their ghostly shadows flickering behind them. A fox, its red coat glinting, stuck its small twitching nose out of its burrow. "It is indeed." Thought the small creature.
The wind was swifter now, a chill swept through the winding pathways of the ancient, gray forest. Laughter again, faint, gentle, young. And yet very old. The Autumn spirits noted this as they gathered and took flight. They knew what was approaching, and it was not wise to remain.
'Winter is Coming.' The stars looked down and gleamed all the brighter. The Moon's hue changed from the yellow glow of Autumn, too an icy silver that told of the season to come.
'Winter is coming.' The stars, to their dismay, were covered by dark, billowing clouds. Snowflakes, each carefully crafted and formed, so as none would ever resemble another, began to fall. Delicate curls of frost snaked over the trees.
'Winter is coming.' The Wind blew even stronger, and a figure came into view, landing gently on the ground with that bone chilling, haunting laugh. The being held a shepherds crook in his left hand, His feet were bare, though he stood on the snow carpeted floor. His brown trousers bore dark twine, wrapped from his ankles to his knees. A Dark blue hoodie, dressed in spirals of frost, covered his torso and arms. The hood was drawn up over his face, shrouding it in shadow, though if you took notice, you catch a glimpse of shockingly white, unruly hair. His skin was deathly pale, his form thin. His shadow seemed to dance across the ripples of snow with a mind of its own.
With a swift, easy movement, he drew back his hood with a pale, thin fingered hand. He angular face was nearly as white as his hair, His eyes, a clearer blue than you could ever imagine. A cold, deadly light glittered in them, but, a sparkle lay there too. A spark of fun, and mischief. The best example you could ever see of the icy season.
A smirk played on his lips for a moment.
"Winter." He said. "Is here."
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