Fire and ice
chapter 1

Morning came and Genesis was sound asleep. He shivered under his blanket and shook his cold feet. The cold air eventually forced him to wake up. The auburn haired man opened his left eye and glanced out the window, small snowflakes danced outside of his window… wait, snow?! He jolted up and blinked, once, twice. "This isn't a dream.. is it?" he wondered out loud and let out a sigh of agony. It was so cold, he could see his own breath as he breathed. The air was so cold it dried his throat. He kept staring out the window at the heavy blizzard for a while, then he threw himself back on his bed. Genesis wrapped the blanket around his body and hoped that he would feel warm again. He opened his left hand and saw a small flame dancing around in his left hand. A small smile spread across his face, he had the power to control fire so why was he still in his bed freezing? The small flame faded, and he concluded that he was too cold to play with magic at the moment.

Even the wooden floor felt ice cold, he dropped the blanket and walked across his room. His eyes watered a bit, and his nose felt stuffed. He was not familiar with this kind of climate, his window was now covered in frost and he could no longer glance outside. The auburn haired man decided that he wanted something warm to drink, something that contained apples and cinnamon. He made his way down to the kitchen. The only thing they mentioned on the news was the blizzard, he grew tired and turned the tv off. He sipped from his hot apple and cinnamon drink. The fluid tingled his tongue and made him feel a lot warmer. The man closed his eyes, this reminded him of his childhood. His parents would make him this drink every time he felt sick. The drink was bewitchingly warm and fearfully fruity, and it was also his favorite drink. Genesis finished his drink and walked towards the door, opened it and was met by the coldest wind he had ever felt.

He left his house and stood out in the crisp winter snow. His fingertips touched the white substance. It was cold and wet, and melted on his fingers. It had to be snow, but why here and why now he wondered. Banora hadn't experienced a real winter for years. The wind blowing through his red leather coat made him shiver. He began walking through the forest making crunching sounds and noticing his breath swirling with the cold air. Everything was white, and the snow kept on beating against his body. Genesis could see a faint silhouette of a woman not too far away from him, she had the most beautiful blonde hair that he had ever seen. She was dressed in blue and looked as if she was riding along with the wintery winds. He could hear her small chuckle, it seemed as if she was dancing to a tune only she could hear. His head started to hurt a lot, he could feel it throbbing with every step he took. He kept on waking until his feet grew so tired that he collapsed in the snow.

She quit dancing once he hit the ground, the blizzard stilled and everything went light. So unbearable light. The young, blonde woman went over to the place he had collapsed and looked at him. He looked so peaceful, but she knew that he couldn't stay in the snow. Her blue eyes softened, she fell to her knees beside him and touched him. Her lips parted, "I'm sorry" she mumbled and stroked his cheek. The woman felt like she had to help him somehow, and brought him to a nearby house. She knocked twice, and stepped away. The blonde woman was hiding behind a tree, watching as the man's friend went out to help him inside. She tried to glance through the window, but she couldn't see the man anymore.