Winter Blizzard

The seasons.

The vital liquid in which life is reserved stained the clothes of the fallen seasons. A lair full of darkness became the stage and from the top of a cliff, someone watched the show with a sadistic smile on his face. He trembled with pleasure as desperation from each child filled his hunger for pain. Their minds were in his hands, the memories of their failures twisted to torment.

Spring lost her color, life drained out of her, as her golden hair couldn't heal a kid in bed.

Summer's sagacity was swapped away when paralyzed by fear, she let a child slip away.

Autumn's mind was a mess, as a plan wouldn't come out, and his best friend, mighty and canny, breathed his last breath.

Winter's smile and laugh, was shouted out by the wails and cries of his siblings, the seasons, as their pain flowed through him.

His family, his everything, squirming on the floor as fear and darkness filled their thoughts.

With a shout, he demanded Pitch to come, and with maniac eyes, the boogeyman showed up and locked eyes with the king of winter.

"Frost, my dear friend" he called in a murky voice.

"RELEASE THEM" Winter cried, eyes crystallized as fear began to fill him.

"Oh, but where is the fun in that? Guardian of Fun?" The shadow teased.

He charged at him with his staff threatening to freeze the malignant spirit.

But before he could get a single freezing bolt, dark sand minions bombarded him.

Falling off the sky, a loud thud, and Frostbite was out.

On a small cottage, away from the rumbles and cruelty of the world, played away four little children. Their mother looked joyful as she watched, blonde hair that reached mid-spine, puffy fierce red curls embarking sweet blue eyes, brunette and spiky hair being moved by the wind, and an albino hair matched with sky-blue eyes.

Their innocent laugh, bright, and big eyes, had no idea what their parent's task was.

Father time arrived and looked at his beloved wife, who at the thought of her children's destiny had not been able to hold her quivering lips and trembling shoulders, as well as that precious liquid that signified a great agony and sorrow.

Three more winters are what they had left, after that the moon would take their children away.

They needed to be prepared, they needed to prove their worth, each of them would be given a task, in the mortal realm where they would have to decide, whether their lives were worth more than that of those around them.

Spring's loyalty and sweetness were put to test when in a tower she was confined with no clear escape. Her golden hair was her blessing and curse that put her heart at risk.

When the floating lights went up the sky for the 18th time since her living in such a realm, the lost princess was away, and free from a guardian that had kept her away from the world.

She didn't want to go back, but as she saw her first friend in danger, sacrificing herself was the only way out, and by cutting her blessing she put an end to such madness.

Rapunzel died happily, knowing she had saved someone's life, and for that, the moon gave her a second chance. Her golden gift was back, and now everywhere she touched life was created, fauna, flowers, and animals equally heard the voice of the master of spring.

The season once a child, was now an independent spirit, full of honesty and love.

Spring was reborn, and mother nature was pleased to see her beloved child's return.