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Born to die, lived only for so long. Left with nothing but a naked body. Left with nothing but an empty soul. So young, so naked, so alone. Born to die, and yet to still live. Born...Like a star...
It was only 2 when the sun settled for the night. A sure sign that it was winter. People in the small village closed the windows, started to fires and bundled up with love ones. They knew the first day of winter was all ways hard to deal with since the ice demons went threw to cast the first snow fall.
It was dark, and the village was still. Not a soul was outside, except for one. A boy, dressed in a long sheevled tunic, black toursers, dirty boots, and a balnket walked the streets shriving. His eyes were dull, and he breathed weakly. People shook their heads in distaste as he walked past their house.
Things were said like, “Poor boy, freezing out there again....This is the 3rd winter he’ll be alone...Why won’t you let him in daddy? Dose he got flees....Where is his care taker....”
All words of fools who wouldn’t let the son of a dead man in for the night. The boy knew too well of all these sayings, so he kept on walking. Kept moving his feet in his oversized boots. Kept looking ahead, his yellow eyes blank and errie. He didn’t stop, not even when the ice demons began to come...
First one, all ways one. A light blue monster flew form the skies and landed on a house, peering at the lowly boy, crackleing it’s harsh laguther as it shouted, “It’s you! It’s you! I know you! You’re the one who lives by the laws of Saint Aiven! It’s you! It’s you! I know you!”
The demon laughed and cricled around the boy, tranting him, “You killed them, just like Saint Aiven! You live by his rule!”
The boy didn’t say anything. He just kept walking ahead, looking frowd, eyes still blank.
Another ice demon came, it’s tail leaving snow flakes behind it. It joined the first one in tranting the boy, “It’s you! It’s you!”
More and more kept comeing, swriling a storm around the boy as they tunted him. They ugly faces kept coming to his. Their dirty hands kept swiping at his face, leaveing cold wounds that bleed in the cold. The boy never flinceed.
So as it was, the night drew on, as the demons tormented the child. His face bloody and cold, he’s eyes still blank. He kept moving threw the village, going back and forth. Form South to North, From East to West. He kept going up and down, left and right. But he never frought back.
The sun came up and the demons fled to go to the next village. The boy finily stopped until he was in frount of the village’s chief house. He looked at it blankly, eyes not really seeing it.
The chief stepped out of his home, followed by his wife. The people of the village also came out, looking at the boy. At his bloody face, trying to avoid the unaviodable blank eyes.
He’s eyes seemed to foces on the chief, locked on hard and everyone knew he was about to speak.
“This village shall fall because of your selfishness. Sister will fight brother. Brother will fight sister. Young asint old. Old agisnt young. Your own hands will be your undoing.”
With that he left the village. He wonder into the woods, and started to here the moans and fights began. He kept walking until he came to a gettho in a tree. He rested, closeing his eyes.
When Noah woke up, he relzied it happen again. Saint Aiven’s curse was set once more. He was 13...
