I am to tell you of a story from a time I spent, a long time ago. In a different place, it's imaginary now, but it wasn't destroyed but evolved. At this time I was a different person, a different body but the same soul. I was humane; I had a nose, a mouth, ears, limbs and a life. There was less of my kind compared to the rest world because we were from the northwest, where it was dry and cold. Not very many creatures lived here but it was almost a survivable place for the well-adapted.
Where I originate from there used to be enemies, not like now, these enemies were a different breed. They were impossible to diminish because they were always being made in a secretive place, heard to be made from mud of the ground. They were ugly creatures, greedy and hated to feel inferior. They could only clinch by killing others surrounding them.
It starts off when I was a young child, playful and juvenile. I enjoyed testing my parent's tolerance and my teacher's patience but I was generally a good- hearted, brave and courageous individual. As I got older, I became responsible, braver and not courageous but full of will-power.
I remember this part of my life very vividly. It will begin sluggish and depressing but grow with intensity and excitement. The beginning of my life was filled with discovery, learning how to walk, to talk, and to listen. When I was eleven, unfortunately a drastic incident changed my life, my perspective on the way I look at different objects, people and other beings.
I was outdoors, creating my own creatures with white flakes of snow coming from the dark sky. I was in my own little world. A young man, with a rough face came to my acre and entered my domain. He violated my home, my family, my siblings, and parents.
"Run, child," came a cry from the inside of the humble home, "hurry run, and don't turn back, ever, we'll come for you."
As I heard this command from my mother, I climbed up onto to my clumsy feet. I was startled at first, unaware of what was going on but my instinct was to runaway like my mother charged. I could hear ruckus in my home, tables cracking and falling, when the dishes fell from the cabinet the made an almost splashing sound. I stopped in my tracks and glanced back at my cambers, a bright lightning flash exploded through our glass windows. The explosion frightened the environment, large figures with wings shot out the large shade over our home. Several winter species' homes were ruptured and small families came out of their homes and scrambled in our yard and ran away from the insanity.
The loud blast blew me off my feet and I glided and hovered over the ground and landed on my backside, the grip of the snow held my clothes tight, leaving the rest of me being choked by my own rags that barely kept me warm. I rolled onto my stomach and breathed heavy and watched my breath freeze in the air. The weather was getting colder. Slowly, I managed to recover from the fall and explosion and raised myself on to my hands and knees. The chunks of snow collected after sliding on the snow froze on my back and I could feel my hot back melting the snow.
