Leo ran.
He didn't know where he was going or where he was at, he just knew that he had to keep running far away from those who haunted him. Under normal circumstances, he would've been tried just from the castle to the edge of the forest but he hadn't felt the slightest. Instead he felt a rush of energy pound through him with every step he took.
As he approached the North Mountain, he slowed down. No one lived in the mountain so he breathe easy now. He climbed higher and higher until the evergreen trees were so small they looked like tiny bristles. The air was thinner as he continued to walk but strangely enough, he had no difficulty taking in the air. He felt as if a heavy burden had suddenly been lifted off him. Maybe it was because up here, he didn't have a curse to hide he could be just be himself. But who exactly was he? He decided to find out.
"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen," he muttered, "a kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the king."
"The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside; couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I've tried." His head hung low in guilt.
"Don't let them in, don't let them see," he chanted. "Be the brave turtle you always have to be." He was frustrated.
"Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know." Too late for that. "Well now they know!" Seeing as there was no point to the glove missing its pair, he took it off and let the wind carry it far away. He couldn't keep the power locked up anymore. He wanted to be free.
"Let it go," he let a few shimmering snowflakes out of his hands. "Can't hold it back anymore."
He felt a revelation rising up in him. "Let it go, turn away and slam the door.
"I don't care," he blasted another shot of ice that was stronger. "What they're going to say. Let the storm rage on.
"The cold never bothered me anyway." With a smile he released his cape and let the wind take that too.
He marched higher with his head held high, for the higher he went the closer he was to discovering himself. "It's funny how some distance, makes everything seem small.
"And the fears the ones control me, can't get to me at all!" More illuminating ice and snow emitted out of his hands.
He wanted to know what else he was capable of. "It's time to see what I can do, to test the limits and break through.
"No right, no wrong no rules for me," He was feeling a breakthrough in him. "I am free!"
He was in near sight of the top but there was a chasm that blocked the way; however that would not stop him from reaching his destination. Focusing on his powers, he created a snow fluffy in the shape of stairs that led to the top, and when he touched it, it changed to a staircase of solid, sleek ice that lead up to extricate. "I am one with the wind and sky! You'll never see me cry." He promised when he reached the other side.
"Here I stand!" He stomped his foot and ice spewed out underneath and began to take form all around him. "And here I'll stay! Let the storm rage on."
He willed the ice to construct into slots that shot up into the air which turned into walls and columns that lifted him up, and suggested they could touch the dusk sky." My power flurries through the air and to the ground!" The walls were in enclosed at the top with a crystal ceiling and a shining staircase led to what seemed to be an upper level. "My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around!" An elegant chandelier, resembling sharp snowflakes, morphed and hung from the ceiling. "And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast!" He had built a wondrous castle that shone beautiful colors never seen before, as the dawn of the sun hit the ice. "I'm never going back, the past is in the past!"
The chains of fear broke. "Let it go! And I'll rise like the break of dawn!" His appearance changed. The flourishing His once drab, navy and black suit transformed into a brilliant ensemble that looked as if winter itself was wrapped around him. Double katana forged in the slot of his sheer, glittering cape. He was always trained in the art of ninjutsu, even with this powers, and specialized with blades. "That charming turtle's gone!"
He flew glacier-cold doors that led to a balcony open. "Here I stand in the light of day!" The dawning sun shone colors of lavender, pink, and orange that bounced of the snow on the mountain. It was as if even the mountain itself knew that better things were to come.
"Let the storm rage on!" He challenged. He felt as if he could take on anything. "The cold never bothered me anyway." With a smirk, he quickly spun around and returned to his newly created home as he shut the doors behind him, all at once.
Leo didn't have to run anymore.
He was finally free.