(Chapter 6, Picking up off the icy ground.)

I remember picking him up and running to my mansion to get him out of the cold. I felt him dying in my arms while snow blew hard against my body. It wasn't just the frozen water that hurt my body, the thought of having the boy die in my arms also pierced my heart just as colder, just as harder.

I gave a good sprint to my house, as humanly as I could. I didn't want to sprint at my normal speed, for people might see me and know I wasn't human. Once I got to my front porch I yanked the gold handle and rushed inside. I breathed in and out for a bit, then gently placed the boy on my couch.

"Boy! Hey! Wake up, please!" I shook him. At that time I really thought he was gone, it sickened me to know that I could not save him. As soon as I gave up trying, he opened his eyes slowly. I remember how happy I was to know that he was alright.