Prologue
The ice glaciers of the north were laced with the unmistakable streaks of blood. A creature moaned painfully, its time coming to a close. One a proud graceful symbol of the snow, the bird vainly struggled to its feet, doing nothing but to injure its low broken wings. A single tear froze on its stained feathers. The Queen had been dethroned.
Above, dark clouds erupted with lightning. Torrential rains soon followed, pounding the ice clean. The bird cried again. Streams of blue ice flowed from her beak into the sky. Her time was nearly over, yet she was determined to carry on. If she had to die...she would not die in vain.
The sky above cackled fiercely. Golden wings dove toward the earth sending rays of electricity down at her, missing by mere inches. A frightening screech signaled her end was near. A golden bird hovered before her, staring with expressionless crimsoned eyes. It was the eyes of a murderer, it was eyes, she had seen all her life and in lives past, and one she would surely see in the next.
She unleashed a final spray of ice, the bird countered. Lightning quickly robbed her life. With an explosion of electricity the war was won.
Powered snow quickly swallowed the corpse. The glaciers cried with rivers of blood, mourning the loss of their queen.
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The soft glow of mid-morning flickered through the curtains. It was a warm morning, a tranquil morning that brought its inhabitants to show the same dazed sleepy expression. Even the small green creature yawed widely, bringing small droplets of tears onto his face. It had been a couple of hours since he had been left alone. He still remembered his trainer's words exactly.
"Wait for me right here Larvi. I'm going out to get that special gift for you-know-who. Oh he's going to love it!" He remembered the clueless smile upon that pale face. Whenever that smile arose it meant an outing for Larvi. All the best he was tired of wandering around the same square feet of the room over and over again.
Normally, he would struggle to turn on the television and sit there for a while, pondering what exactly was a Ash Ketchum and why would you want one, but today, he was excited. Larvi had crawled into the drawers and put on his favorite blue scarf anxious to finally leave the room when Mina came home.
"Larvi I'm home!" There it was. His savior. He squealed with delight as the maple door swung open. The blue skirted girl walked into the room holding up two tiny purple gift bags.
"Ya ready, Larvi?" A wry smile came into her face. It was that smile.