Prologue: The Frozen Lake
Darkness
That's the first thing I remember.
It was dark, and it was cold, and I was scared.
A young man was rising through the waters of a frozen lake. He had deep, azul hair that stood up over his head. His skin was a pale blue, and to top it all off, he had icy blue eyes. He wore a plain white, buttoned shirt with a brown cloak, brown pants, and no shoes.
But then,
The boy rose from the lake, the thick layer of ice broke, allowing him to escape.
I saw the moon.
He was pulled into the air by an invisible force. He turned, and his breathing hitched.
And it was so big and it was so bright, and it seemed to chase the darkness away.
The force set him back down, and he released a breath.
And when it did, I wasn't scared anymore. Why I was here and what I was meant to do, that I've never known.
He tried to walk, but slipped on the once-again-frozen-lake. He let out a chuckle.
And a part of me wonders if I ever will.
He tried walking again, but before he could take two steps, his foot hit a discarded tree branch. It was twisted in a way that resembled a Shepherd's staff. He tapped it with his foot. It almost seemed to glow. He carefully picked it up, and it glowed a bright blue. His jaw dropped as frost spread across the lake's surface. It was incredible. Was he doing this? He headed to the edge of the lake, and tapped a tree with his staff. Frost spread across the tree's bark. The boy smiled, and an idea came to mind. He suddenly began to run around the frozen lake, a trail of elegant frost following him. He laughed, then jerked the staff one way, hoping to create more frost, but found himself being jerked into the air by the wind. It was exhilarating, to be flying, but he wasn't very good at it, so he crashed into a tree, not far from the lake. Even though he almost broke his neck, he couldn't help but laugh.
The boy saw bright lights, then glanced over, seeing a small village. He grinned, and started flying towards the village. As he got closer, he realized the lights came from pods hanging from the tree branches. They were so pretty, he just had to get a closer look.
He crashed right on the edge of the village. As he passed by a villager, he cried, "Hello!" rather excitedly. The villager, however, did not seem to notice him.
That's rude, the boy thought, but he shrugged it off.
He waved to a passing woman. "Good evening," he said happily, but she nor her friend, acknowledged him. Once again he shrugged it off.
Then he saw a small child playing with a dog, chasing it around. "Hello! Can you tell me where I am?" He asked politely, right before the small child ran through him, as if he was nothing but air. The boy gasped in pain. What was this feeling? He looked down, and his heart dropped as he noticed something devastating. He was no longer blue. His skin was gray. How?
"Hello? Hello!" He called, as random villagers began to walk through him. He ran into the forest and hid. He didn't understand what was happening. Why was this happening?
My name is Branch Frost.
How do I know that? The Moon told me. That was all he ever told me.
And that was a long, long time ago.
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I decided to rewrite this story so it makes more sense.
