Home is where the cold is
A lone figure stepped through the snow they seemed to be about six about to become seven, each step leaving footprints in there wake only to be covered up in a matter of seconds. His frame was shaking uncontrollably, the cold penetrating every nook and cranny of his small coat. He could barely feel the tips of his fingers and he couldn't see two feet in front of him, the blizzard obscuring most of his vision.
The only thing that kept him going was this feeling when inside of his heart a small warmth that kept him from succumbing to the harsh winds, not yet. He had just recently run from his fourth foster home realizing that they were just using him for the monthly paychecks from the government.
A cough racked his frame and he involuntarily covered his mouth to deaden the noise. There were monsters out here that he would catch glimpses of, some from behind trees and others flashing through the snow. Once the coughs had subsided he lifted his hand from his mouth and immediately noticed the blood that now covered it.
Realizing he was running out of time he started to pick up the pace realizing that if didn't find a place to hole up for the night he would be dead by the morning. Right before he had left one of the foster parents had spotted him and had tried to keep him there by any means necessary leaving him with a few broken rips and some internal bleeding.
A black blur flew from one of the nearby trees, pinning him to the snow covered forest floor. It looked like a oversized dog, about the size of a Great Dane. Its eyes were deep red, like fresh blood and it's teeth were razor sharp and bared. Then It started to inch them closer to his face, stopping right before and taking a big whiff of his smell taking its time almost like it was savoring it.
He tried to shake the beast of but its size made it impossible to move. So he resorted to trying to find something to help him escape, his hands searching for something to hit the beast off of him with. His left hand luckily was able to grasp onto a nearby tree branch and he brought it down as hard as he could on its head , loosening its grip on him and allowing him to get free.
He sprinted in a random direction hoping to put as much distance between him and the beast as he could. He could hear its angry snarls behind him. Each one ever closer than the previous one. He spun around and threw the tree branch behind him and was rewarded with a pained yelp from the beast. But it didn't take the beast long to catch back up and pin him again this time by his forearms keeping him from squirming to try and escape. He could feel it's hot breath down his neck and closed his eyes waiting for it to finish him off, at least he could finally be with his mother after so long.
But it never came. He slowly openers his eyes then realized that he was free and looked around. He found the dead form of the beast, icicles stood out of its chest, blood leaking from the wounds. He was about to go examine it but it suddenly burst into yellow dust eliminating the possibility of learning what it was. He finally glanced up at where the icicles has come from and noticed a woman's form in the snow but most of the features were obscured by the wind.
"What are you doing out here all alone little one?" Her voice was gentle and calming causing him to relax at her words. "Where is you mother?" Her eyes were coffee brown, pitch black hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves and she was dressed in a light blue dress that came down to her heels with snowflake designs spread across its surface.
"She was killed by my stepfather when I was four." Remembering how his mother died brought tears to his eyes but before he could start shedding the the tears he was holding in he was enveloped in a warm hug by the mysterious woman filling him with a warmth he only ever experienced from his mother. He slowly leaned into the hug, the warmth in his heart returned once again, this time stronger and it seemed to call to this strange woman.
"Well little one how would you like to come home with me?" She gave him a soft smile that looked just like the one his mother used to give to him. "After all its dangerous out here all alone." She extended her hand to him. He hesitated for a second before firmly grasping her hand in his. "You May call me Khione little one and I shall be taking care of you."
He sent her a grin, one filled with hope and happiness and possibly having a mother again. "My names Perseus but you can call me Percy!" He took one last look at the forest behind him before finally looking back and sending a massive smile at Khione.
Khione stood up to her full height and flashed away with Percy in tow. The only indication that they had ever been there being the footprints in the snow that were already being buried under new snow.
AN:
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