NOTE: This is NOT a sequel to The Cold Shoulder. That's another story of mine. This is actually -- what I feel -- an improvement to the original version of The Cold Shoulder, which I thought was not my best work at all. So, it's basically the same thing, but with some minor changes to the story to make the plot more concise and that it actually makes sense. I hope that this one is much better to you guys than my original one.
Thank you and enjoy reading.
--BlackW0lf45
The Cold Shoulder:
Prologue
We could've stopped before it began,
Yet you continued to drag it out.
I scream that I love you,
Without any doubt.
Your hatred strikes me a hard blow,
And with this invisible knife in my heart,
May you reap what you sow.
I wake up in a cold sweat, which is pretty ironic because I can control ice, while my sister can control fire. My day begins like any other day in my time. I wake up, get all cleaned up, get my clothes on, practice my skills, and begin my days…hidden in the darkness of the cold shadows. I walk around without being seen. I travel with a darkened cloak. If that damned myth wasn't being spread like a virus, I could reveal myself, but I can never do this. If I did, I would surely die by the throes of rejection. My lime green eyes glisten in the darkness like the full moon presses against the blackness of the sky at night. I am approached by a civilian.
"Who's there?"
Should I tell? I'm cornered…