The thunder roars in the sky, a tiger unwilling to be tamed. The rain splattering against my windows, a strange rhythm forming.
My dark eyes reflect the dancing flames of the fire I kindled from ash. It does not warm me. I am cold tonight, cold and distant.
But then again, no.
I am freezing. I am the glacier waiting to sink, to melt into nothing. I am the snow that falls ever so softly on the barren ground. I am deathly cold, untouchable. And as long as I remain that way, I am one other thing:
Safe.
The silver and green of my clothes warns the others. The red, the blue and the yellow. The brave, the intelligent, & the loyal. It warns them of the ambitious, the cunning.
The lion, the eagle, and the badger. It warns them of the snake.
They fear the snake but the snake disregards them.
Bravery? Hah! Only a snake knows true bravery. To lie to the face of the most powerful dark wizard of the age for the sake of some idiots who didn't know when to stay out of the way.
Intelligence? Humph! Don't even try to question a snakes wit. It's the sharpest around. Do you think a snake would have survived this long if he was stupid?
Loyalty? Please! Let a snake tell you what true loyalty is! It's when you do what's right even when the wrong tempts you! Offers you acceptance and power and respect, things you'll never get from the Light, just because you're a snake!
A life of having a heart of ice, a life of pushing others away, just to be untouchable. Just to be safe.
And still, the others wonder why the fire does not warm the snake.
You know why? To keep you ungrateful, arrogant, ignorant bastards safe. To be a glacier, to be a death from hypothermia, to be icicles in the middle of winter. To be untouchable.
To be safe. To keep you safe.
That's why the snake does not allow the fire to melt him.