Russia was one of his favorite places to be. There were so many stereotypes about Russian winters, and the winters there usually lasted longer. It was nice to be there, nice to have a place that he could use his powers frequently. It wasn't home though and he could never imagine spending all year there, but it was a great place to cause a little bit of mischief. He couldn't help but to have a good day when he got to start out in Russia, but he was unaware of the day he was about to have, unaware that everything was about to change. It was a normal day, just like the past three hundred.
His laughter echoed around as he watched his ice spread, causing more things to go wrong for the residents of the town. There was nothing wrong with a little bit of fun, especially with all the fun he gave everyone. Flying around the town he looked at the things he had done with a small smile on his face as he called for the wind to help lead him home. Russia was beautiful, especially covered in his snow, but he had his own little town to get back to, and some more mischief to cause there.
It wasn't spring just yet in Burgess and even though it was getting closer to Easter, he decided to give the town one more snowstorm. One more snow day for the kids. The wind led him through the town, effortlessly dodging all the things that got in his way, as he headed towards the lake. He skidded to a stop, sliding on the icy surface of the lake, wind still swirling around him. The force of the wind knocked the book out of a boy's hand, and despite knowing that the kid wouldn't hear him, he made a comment about the book. As the kid leaned down to get his book, his friends surrounded him and started to push him back towards his house. Curious, he decided to follow the group as they walked.
The kid with the book seemed to believe in a lot of the mythological. The kid even believed in the Easter Bunny still, even though that belief led him to think that the Easter Bunny was cool. He would have to disagree with the boy on that point. The Easter Bunny was not cool, not to him. At best, the Easter Bunny was annoying, and at worst abusive. The kid believed in the bunny, but not in him, in fact, the kid didn't have a single clue who he was. He had been alone for three hundred years, but the kids' quick dismissal of him still stung, and he decided to cause a little bit more mischief, call it revenge if you want. He threw a snowball at the back of the kid's head. It was a little unfair, the kid couldn't have ducked or dodged it even if he wanted to, but the kid should thank him for this really.
His snowballs were special, made people want to have fun, even if that was previously the last thing on their minds. The kid thought it was one of the other kids, after all the kid couldn't see him, which caused a snowball fight. He was happy that the kids were having fun, he just wished that they could see him. The snowball fight caused more kids to join in on the fun and he flew around them serving as the unofficial referee, making sure that everyone would keep having a good time. He noticed another girl, one who wasn't involved in the game, get hit with a snowball. She wasn't happy though, and that just wouldn't do, not on a snow day. He wanted everyone to have fun, he wanted everyone to be happy. He knew what it was like to be unhappy, no one else should feel like that. She was more than unhappy; the girl was angry.
He didn't usually interfere in such a noticeable way, but the girl was going to ruin the spirit of things. She was scaring the other kids, so he hit her with a snowball too, and soon enough they were all happy. They were even happier when he took the boy who believed in everyone but him on a sled ride. It was a perfect day, until the boy got hit by a couch, which was not his fault, and got a tooth knocked out. Then all the kids could talk about was the Tooth Fairy, and they forgot all about the fun that they just had.
He was upset. He should be used to not being believed in, not being seen, not being appreciated. He should be able to ignore it by now, but every time he helped some kids have some fun he thought that maybe, just maybe, that would be the time they started to believe in him, to see him. He tries to talk to the kids, he doesn't know why, and he stands in front of them, he doesn't know why he does that either, and the kid walks through him.
It hurts. It's an indescribable pain. It makes him realize that no matter what he does, no kid will ever believe in him. It brings back all the emotional pain that he has been suppressing, and the weight of it all causes him to stumble backwards. He loses control of his emotions and a snow starts to softly fall as he flies off.
He looks up at the sky, and stares at the moon, his eyes full of questions. He knows that the man in the moon won't respond to him, but he's come to enjoy one-sided conversations. He asks the moon questions, but never gets a response. He just wants to know what he must do to be seen, to be believed in. That's all he has ever wanted. He takes up his perch on the wires again, waiting for the golden sand that gives the kids dreams. It's all he can look forward to, and he doesn't usually take away sand that could give a kid a dream, but after the day he's had, he thinks he deserves it. He can't sleep, and that means no dreams, but he can touch the sand and see what his dreams could be like. He wishes that he could sleep, to have an end to the endless days, and a time to regain his peace. He just wants peace.