Title: Snowflakes
Character(s): Hero, Maze
The snow was red, and it was all he could see as he limply grasped his sword. Everything—painted red, the token color of anger and malice, and yet he felt neither as snowflakes kissed his face. His breathing was heavy, testament to a long battle fought and won after running ceaselessly around the cold town.
He wasn't satisfied.
It hadn't taken him long to realize that this battle wouldn't be like the others he had fought so far. This was Maze for Skorm's sake! The man who had taken him from the burning rubble of Oakvale and brought him to a place where he could learn the meaning of power without being coddled or fussed over. Finding him draining his sister's life for the sake of Jack of Blades had startled him, just a little.
For all the disdain that Maze had held for Scythe (who clung desperately to life within his shell of a body) the young hero hadn't foreseen him being just as terrified of death, certainly not frightened enough to throw his life to Jack of Blades.
And now it just didn't seem right for Maze to face his fear in a world of falling snowflakes.
(Edited 7/30/09)
