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Chap. 1
The storm, spitting onyx tears, that in random flashes turned to diamonds. Aside from the constant platter from the gems hitting the forest floor and the crashing of booming thunder, a small child crying out. Hungry, cold, wet and alone. The cry, a final desperation act to get noticed, to make a stand, no matter the age. The blood had been rinced off and the blanket began to mold and shape to the infant, like a second skin, adding color to it's icy pale body. The eyes constatly opening to see if anyone near had heard it. His eyes seemed to glow blue, the emotion it was feeling was clear, saddness had taken over. Saddness not because of the cold, but the saddness because it was abandoned.
Saddness was often said to lead to a snowball trip down a mountain side of hate. The only known obstacle to the newly constructed ball was trees and buildings of love. Thunder roared louder above, yet the infant wasn't about to give up the fight just to be silenced by mother natures yells. The white hair plastered to his skin almost give the hint that he had no hair at all.
-Hello?
The man's voice almost appeared as a whisper to the falling rain. The child however heard, the ears of the child were alret, in tune. He silenced to hear, to sort through the fantasy of a dream, or an actual man trying to look for him.
- Is anybody there? (continued in next part)
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