A love story about a boy who lives in a cold world, a girl who lives in a warm world & their journey to find each other. All the while slowly uniting their two worlds and the people that inhabit it.
Inspired by John 17:23 AMPC
The golden orb that appears for only a few hours at a time will be visible soon, so the boy sat in his usual spot, while all the people went to sleep in their homes. The boy sat and waited for the golden orb to appear when his mother approached him.
"Cool one; it is time to come inside. The golden orb will be visible soon, so it is time for sleep."
"I know but, I do not want to sleep cold one. If I do than I will miss seeing the orb and I couldn't bare that. I will stay here like always," said the boy.
"You cannot. This behavior is strange and your thoughts are strange, it must end cool one. You are not being the same as everyone else; you must be the same as all the other good cool ones. To be different is bad because it causes trouble and chaos, to be the same is good because it promos harmony and peace. You are not being the same; you are not being good this must stop cool one." she said.
"I do not mean to be bad, but I do not wish to stop either. I feel connected to the orb-"
"Nonsense! You leave me no choice. Come with me to see the frozen ones," she demanded.
"But cold one I-"
"Now!" she demanded again. The boy got up from his usual spot, to go see the oldest and wisest group of his people. Their leaders called the frozen ones.
"Cool one, you are charged for acting strange and being different. I'm sure as a cool one soon reaching the stage of a cold one you are knowledgeable of our beliefs, which clearly state that change and differences are wrong. To practice or experience any of these things is bad. Why do you choose to be bad?" asked a frozen one.
"I do not wish to be bad," said the boy.
"Then why do you stay outside when the golden orb comes instead of going inside like everyone else? The orb is light and heat, color and change, all things that are bad. Our world is not so diverse, so it is good, everything and everyone is the same, everyone and everything is similar, and that is good. So why not choose to be good?" asked another frozen one.
"To be good, to be bad? That's not it. I- I like the orb, I like that it is warm, I like that it brings light, I like the colors it brings to the sky and, I like that every time it comes it brings change. I love the orb." said the boy.
"Love? How dare you say such a dangerous thing in our presents! We can see that in your current state that there is no reasoning with you cool one, you have obviously been tainted by the golden orb you must be purified. We will seal you in a block of cleansing ice, it will put you to sleep and extract all the bad things out of you" said the final frozen one. Before the boy could say or do anything he was frozen in a prison of ice. His world was a vast void of emptiness and now this is all the boy can see, no orb, no light, no color just emptiness.
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The girl's world pasted the cold world just like it always does for a few hours at a time, and just like all the other times her world past the other she listened for the voice she held so dear, but this time she heard nothing. 'Why? she thought, where is the voice? Why can't I hear it?' The few hours came and went, but still no voice. The girl grew anxious she dare not move from her spot. Somewhere deep inside her she believed that if she stood there long enough, waiting, and listening intently like she always does she would hear it. The other voices tried speaking to her, but she refused to listen to them, she refused to smile, she refused to laugh, the girl refused to do anything until she heard the small cold voice. The few hours at a time that her world passed the other came and went several times, again, and again, and again, and again but still no voice could be heard. The girl dare not move from her spot in fear that if she did she would somehow miss it. The girl did not know what to do. The girl felt strange; she felt something she had never felt before. The voice is gone and the warmth it filled her with every time she heard it is gone, the girl did not know what to do. She never felt this way before, it hurt, and she wanted it to go away but how? How was she supposed to make it stop? Just than the other world came into view again and just like before she heard nothing. At that point the girl did something she never thought she would do, something she had never done before, something she did not even know she was capable of. The girl began to cry. For the first time in her life the girl cried, for the first time in her life the girl felt cold, and for the first time the boy could hear her voice.
