Hello readers, I will be the narrator because I wanted to try something new, so there might be random things written throughout the story like questions. Anyways let’s start the story~

It was a beautiful cold, snowy day. The beautiful snowflakes were floating to the ground one by one, sparkling and landing on the lightly snowed ground.

There was a beautifully radiant little boy sitting on the ground catching snowflakes with his hands and tongue giggling at the coldness of the snowflakes as it touched his hands and watching in amazement as the snowflakes immediately froze as it touched his pale hands.

The happy boy was wearing nothing but a big t-shirt he had gotten from a lost and found bin. He watched as the frozen snowflake fell to the ground and melted.

The little boy had wondered what was so fun about the snow, and now that he had escaped from the bad people he was finally doing something that he wanted to do.

The little boy was surprised when he first escaped and felt the cold flakes caressing his skin, then he had made a strange noise. It was the first time he had laughed.

He only knew he had laughed because of the hidden dictionary in his small room where he had taught himself to read and repeat the words the bad people had said.

Among the many words he had read the definition of laugh and remembered the strange noises that had come out of the adults mouths from outside his small, overly warm room.

The little boy was so happy he had finally escaped from the bad people, he couldn’t help using his curse.

The bad people had said using his powers was bad, they didn’t know where it came from. They also didn’t know where he came from or why his skin was snow white nor why his lips were blood red and his long hair the color of a blank dark sky.

The pale 12 year old boy loved using his curse, he had secretly been using his curse for years. He didn’t think of it as a curse at all, in fact he thought the opposite.

He felt it inside him whenever the adults said his gift was a curse. He wanted to tell them it wasn’t a curse, but he also didn’t want to go to the dark room again where his skin dried out and turned gray losing its beautiful white sparkle.

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Aiden was running again, tears streaming down his face. He hated it when his parents fought, but he never could have imagined his parents would decide to divorce.

His parents had basically told him to choose one of them, but he couldn’t because he loved both of them so much. Right now though he felt angry. He didn’t know where he was running; he just let his feet take him across the lightly snowed ground into the forest.

Aiden had often seeked comfort in the beautiful forest. The forest became so beautiful as it went through the seasons. He finally decided to slow down, but he didn’t take back control from his body.

Aiden’s parents got mad at him a lot for running away, but they also were sad that Aiden wasn’t able to control his instincts.

What they didn’t know was that Aiden could control his instincts he just didn’t want to. Following his instincts made Aiden happy; he often found things when he followed his instincts.

He wanted to be happy, so he let his instincts completely take over his actions- and his mind. A tiny voice whispered to Aiden at the back of his head telling his feet where to go.

Aiden’s feet were slowing down and his sadness and anger floated away as he walked into a clearing.

There was a beautiful boy around his age sitting on the snowy grass. His hair was so dark Aiden felt like he was floating away into a dark hole. That thought made Aiden shiver but his feet led him to the boy and he quietly sat and stared at the boy.

He knew it was rude to stare, but he couldn’t help it. The boy was so beautiful and Aiden reached out a hand to touch his long black hair.

The boy smiled at him, his blood red lips parting. Aiden was amazed at his smile, he had never seen someone so beautiful.

The boy tilted his head at Aiden examining him curiously, “who a-are you?” Aiden melted with warmth next to the sparkling boy; his voice was like a beautiful song.

“I’m Aiden Star Carthage. Who are you?” Aiden spoke to the boy, his voice hoarse from his tears. The boy frowned, making Aiden feel chills.

“I am Snjóbarn. I do not have a name, but the adults called me E7-0. Sometimes they would let my mom visit; they called her E5-8.” The boy said.

Aiden’s face scrunched up, “E7-0? That’s not a name; I’ll call you Snow. What is Snjóbarn?”

Snow thought for a second before answering, “Snjóbarn are my people, just like your people are humans.” Aiden nodded in understanding.

"Snow, aren't you cold?" Aiden asked shivering. Even though Aiden had brought his warmest coat it was still very cold outside, but Snow didn't seem cold at all. "The people of Snjóbarn don't get cold." 

Snow reached out and hugged Aiden pulling him into his embrace, "you are unhappy and cold, so I will warm you." Aiden relaxed into Snow's body. Snow was surprisingly warm despite his appearance. Snow's warmth made Aiden's heart unravel and Aiden began to cry, as Snow comforted him.