Danny sat in his room. It was around 1:30 AM, and for some reason, he'd waken up. And now, he couldn't get back to sleep.
Silence floated across the room, like the dismal fog beyond his window. It was so thick, he could barley make out the shapes of trees in t he not so distant distance. He opened the window, and a rush of cold air flooded in. Anxiously, he went ghost and floated beyond the window pane into the sky. It wasn't 6:30 AM, but as mentioned earlier, he barley had time to sort out his thoughts and fly in the morning anymore. More and more people where up earlier; though why was a mystery to Danny. Sometimes, he could be so dense.
Sighing, he relaxed and tried to enjoy the feeling of window blowing past his forced shut eyes. The troubles where behind him, and he was flying through blocks of fog. He saw the giant clockand almost ran into it and took a breif moment to float above it and admire the city.
Snow had sprinkled everywhere, and the icey wonderland seemed impossible not to gawk at. The fresh snow was still falling, and with no one awake, the city had been preserved.
In a reluctant movement, he lowered himself to the ground. Houses, seemingly made out of glass, lined the streets and sparkled in the remaining twilight. Decorations for the upcoming holidays twinkled, begging to be noticed and admired.
He did not allow his feet to touch the ground, as he moved slowly through the white tunnels and deep into the heart of the park, and through it the forest. He was unsure where he was going, but it was beautiful, and he felt almost drawn to follow the ice crystals on a journey through the night.
A raven was perched on a tree because I said so. Regardless of the weather, it glanced at Danny. Danny froze.
Its black eyes where deep and full of longing. They where wide, and even as Danny approached it, closer, closer, closer, the raven did not stir. An overwhelming feeling of calm overpowered Danny as he watched it, and then as suddenly as it had appeared in his vision, the raven dissapeared.
The forest top hid the sun and prevented it from reaching the snowy depths below. Patchs of lingering moonlight where caught in the thick and parting fog, staging a play of light and shadows on the pure, white forest floor. He grinned, and noticed in the trees ahead, the raven was perched again. Perhaps, he was to follow it?
Nodding reassuringly to himself, he sorrowfully left the ice palace. The Ravens sense of peace filled him at once, and he felt no more anxiety about his haven secret in the forest. He would be seeing it soon.
The bird cawed, then glided upwards in a slow and graceful movement, as if a goddess of the dawn. It raised itself high into the sky, and Danny followed at the same speed, trying to keep up with the avian creature. It dodged treetops as it darted higher, higher, higher and then...
It fell.
And Danny heard it cry out as it was swallowed by the dawn. It faded away in a shade of purple fog.
Right above the rooftops of Sam Mansons house.