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  • Yesterday you discovered the destruction of fire. Yesterday you saw what frost could do to something, completely suck the life force and energy out of it, then store it away where nothing could reach it. The snow now was coming down in wispy flakes. You sigh, looking out the window like you do every time you wake up. They never stopped coming.
    You didn't sleep in your bed anymore. You felt that you would miss the day where this horrid storm came to an abrupt stop. You would cherish that moment, and lock it away into your heart where nobody can reach except you. You sniffle and find a book to read. You had called the doctors office and asked about your symptoms, of a cough and sniffle. They informed you that it was just a mere cold and it was nothing to worry about. You never did.
    You flipped to the place of where your bookmark stood firm, grasped in the pages. You sigh as you read the text, of Maximum Ride. One of your favorite book series. After reading a few sentences of the paragraph, a large crash could be heard in the distance. You jumped and looked out of your window. The snow was now falling hard, seeming as if they were just white blurs shooting through the sky.
    The frost had taken another tree and the ecosystem that fed off of it. Your ambiance was now destroyed and decimated, no longer an environment. Just clear white. Deciding that the tree had a right to live, you grab your lighter and head outside. Right when you stepped out you could hear the wind howl like wolves in your ears. They blocked out the noises of despair and the sadness of the neighborhood. No neighbors came out, neither did their pets and children. You didn't have anything of your own but that was okay with you.
    You never minded the silence, and the loneliness you faced everyday. You don’t hear silence anymore. Just the wind laughing at the sadness it has caused and the cries of animals and humans freezing over, all dying of the deadly disease that everybody knew as frostbite.
    You took a step, only to be blown over by the wind. You landed roughly on your rump, as snow started to pile on your legs leaving them immobile. You hadn't noticed how fast the frost was slithering up to you. You yelp and try to stand. The snow tumbled down your legs, looking like an avalanche with all the snow. Whipping out your lighter, you whisper, “Sorry.” to the plants that relied on the one entity you were about to burn to water, that would just freeze up again and become the frost once more. The flame sparks, then ignites a blazing soul. You lower it to the ground and watched as the snow and frost faded away. Yet the grass was still far gone, layers of snow hiding the flowers and the grass.
    The snow started falling like sheets then. They came down in large blobs and the frost spiked up from the ground to expose a thin, clear monster. Or that’s what it was to you. Or it was just a fragment of your slowly warping mind. The monster was covered in spikes. Shooting out of its eyes and ears. Every part of it creaked and let out horrible sounds as the wind whistled in its cracks and fissures. Facing this, or what you thought it to be, would be a very hard task. Today was not the day that you would become a hero and save everything from the frost. That came for another day. You ran into your house, trying to erase the thought of the frost ever coming to get you...


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