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31_days2006-02-02 07:26 pm
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[February 2nd] [Original] Frost creeps
Title: Frost creeps
Day/Theme: Feb 2/ child found crying in the winter tree
Series: Original, something sparked off by this prompt which doesn't have a form (or name, or, really, anything ^^;;;) yet, but bugged me all day until I wrote something down.
Character/Pairing: Don't know yet. >_<''
Rating: G
Words: 345
His earliest memory was of being cold and lonely, for so long that the two were the same thing, eating his bones away. People always whispered about him, stories about the morning he was found in the woods, lost – or abandoned. A spirit child, a demon child, a distant relative of the King being ‘disposed of’ so the sickly Prince Nathan had no competition for the throne when the time came… the rumours were endless, and grew more outlandish as the years went on.
It didn’t matter, though, when men and women glanced oddly at him: the pale child with his unnaturally grey hair. “Whoever’s heard of a child with grey hair?” they whispered, half scared, and a great deal intrigued. But the other children labelled his hair silver, and thought it was lucky. He was the mascot of the school’s sports teams before the end of his first year, and each one came top of its league, with him sat on the sidelines.
As he got older, he let his hair grow longer, pulling it back into a neat tail, which persistently fell across his shoulder to brush the desk in the hours he spent studying. Now he was on the sports teams – hockey and cricket, at least. Hockey was by far his favourite. He was slender now, and not-exactly-tall, but fast, and dashing between the bulkier, slower players made him forget the chill in the air, even in the heart of winter.
When he left school and went to the King’s Curia, the rumours went with him; he still didn’t care. Some people were jealous of his strange looks and stranger past, others were drawn to his exoticness, and he took advantage of both to climb up the career ladder as fast as the lucky ones whose families were buying the way on in life.
When he disappeared a year later, the rumours doubled and spread like a sharp frost creeping across the land. He watched them from his hiding place, and smiled, and didn’t care.
Day/Theme: Feb 2/ child found crying in the winter tree
Series: Original, something sparked off by this prompt which doesn't have a form (or name, or, really, anything ^^;;;) yet, but bugged me all day until I wrote something down.
Character/Pairing: Don't know yet. >_<''
Rating: G
Words: 345
His earliest memory was of being cold and lonely, for so long that the two were the same thing, eating his bones away. People always whispered about him, stories about the morning he was found in the woods, lost – or abandoned. A spirit child, a demon child, a distant relative of the King being ‘disposed of’ so the sickly Prince Nathan had no competition for the throne when the time came… the rumours were endless, and grew more outlandish as the years went on.
It didn’t matter, though, when men and women glanced oddly at him: the pale child with his unnaturally grey hair. “Whoever’s heard of a child with grey hair?” they whispered, half scared, and a great deal intrigued. But the other children labelled his hair silver, and thought it was lucky. He was the mascot of the school’s sports teams before the end of his first year, and each one came top of its league, with him sat on the sidelines.
As he got older, he let his hair grow longer, pulling it back into a neat tail, which persistently fell across his shoulder to brush the desk in the hours he spent studying. Now he was on the sports teams – hockey and cricket, at least. Hockey was by far his favourite. He was slender now, and not-exactly-tall, but fast, and dashing between the bulkier, slower players made him forget the chill in the air, even in the heart of winter.
When he left school and went to the King’s Curia, the rumours went with him; he still didn’t care. Some people were jealous of his strange looks and stranger past, others were drawn to his exoticness, and he took advantage of both to climb up the career ladder as fast as the lucky ones whose families were buying the way on in life.
When he disappeared a year later, the rumours doubled and spread like a sharp frost creeping across the land. He watched them from his hiding place, and smiled, and didn’t care.