Chapter 2: The Scarf
Thirteen years later
Through some miracle, the white eyass survived for thirteen long years, feeding off of fish that were underneath some ice sheets.
She dove into the icy cold water, and began swimming for her catch. It was a medium-sized maroon trout. It wasn't her favorite fish, though it would do. The chick stopped swimming, and began concentrating.
An Icicle began to form in front of the bird, and it rocketed towards the trout, piercing it immediately.
She didn't know how or where she got the power to do that. For all she knew, it was something innate within her. Something she always had, yet none of the other animals had. Because of the nature of the Snowfields, she was truly in her element with this strange power of Ice Manipulation.
She emerged from the water, trout in wing, when she saw something… About her size, if not slightly taller. It looked weird, it had fur all over it like a bear, but its snout went to a point, and had really long whiskers. It also had a strange, long, hairless tail, and it wore strange fabrics all over its body, strangest of all being that red cloth around its neck.
It made noises at her. Really weird, complex noises. Combinations of sounds, strung together to form… Communication? It was crouching down with its strange hand extended, was it asking for her fish?
The small bird walked up to the strange creature carefully, extending her arms with her trout. Instead of taking the bird's offering the creature immediately took her wing! He was dragging her some place! Startled, the bird immediately dropped her fish, but what could she do?!
Suddenly, the air went cold. Way colder than it used to be, and the creature went still. After a few minutes, it looked as if its body was turning… Blue?
The bird yanked her wing away from the creature, only for its hand to immediately fall off with a crack! Strangely enough, the creature did not respond, or make any noises.
The bird ran back, and immediately grabbed her fish again, when she noticed something she hadn't before: Strange, rectangular lights, stacked on top of one another in a neat and orderly fashion. It was surrounded by green, a color the bird was somewhat familiar with in the months of Summer. Whatever that place is peaked her interest.
Spreading out her wings, the eyass flapped her arms, and managed to leap into the sky, gliding towards her mysterious new destination.
