That morning, the snow shimmered stronger than ever. Air freezing midway to earth. An unforgettable cold morning.

Tired eyes ran along the way. Everything looked the same. The strong east wind slowly creeping through the perforated cloak. The icy winds showed the dried rivers of tears, covering the burning cheeks. Shaking hands wrapping around the blemishing stone cold heart. What once turned to stone, may never beat again. Heavy steps made their way, as a brisk voice roamed the black void of mind.

“You can’t run away! We’ll always find you.”

The wind became stronger and carried the light snow, as well as the heavy worries with it. Deep down, he wanted only one thing. Make stone alive again. However, this was only a dream and no one out here would ever find him. He would die before warmth would wrap around his aching soul.

“Don’t look at me, you raised him! You made him into this monster.”

Loneliness would swallow him whole. He wanted nothing. No pomp, no shillings, no feasts. A simple life, a normal life was what he longed for. Enjoying the snow. Drinking hot tea. Feel loving warmth. Skin on skin, casually. A soul, that could open portals into the unknown. A life that could part and never greed after the next moment. Maybe in a few years, after the devouring cold ate him up, he’d find his warmth again.

But he should never get it. He should stand for his name and go down with it. As it was written so shall it be.