The last Snowfall

Our meeting

Hi, expect an update every week. please enjoy!

The picture up above is what the alley looks like^

Main character 1= dheer monticello meaning "gentle" and "little mountain" 'May you be tall and strong as a mountain and as gentle as the trees'
Age- 17
Height- 5'11
Eyes- Emerald green eyes
Hair-  dark brown

                                                                        

Main character 2 = Arjun van Aaltonen meaning "bright"and "water" 'I want his future to be as bright and as clear as water. may nothing taint his trails.'
Age- 5 (when he meets him) 6
Height- 2'4
Weight - 44 pounds (several malnourished)
Eyes- silver
Hair- dark blue

**PROLOGUE**

Spring—the season of new beginnings when life blooms anew. It was during this time that I first met him, all while living in blissful ignorance of my surroundings, unaware of the impending collapse of my life.

As winter faded into spring, my mother fell ill. We initially thought it was just the flu, and we expected her to recover. But that spring, she passed away. Shortly after, my father followed her into the void. Losing both parents in such quick succession left me in shock, and I soon fell sick with a fever. My aunt, concerned for my wellbeing, moved in to take care of me.

In the aftermath, I learned the truth behind their deaths. My aunt, the key figure in this betrayal, harbored secrets I could not understand. I realized that if I continued living under her roof, I would face the same fate as my parents. She would ensure that no one could—or would—help me. I knew I had to escape when the moon hung high in the night sky; my only options were to run or succumb to despair.

I fled into town, wholly unprepared for survival on my own. The streets became my home, a harsh reality that starkly contrasted with the life I once knew. Everything I had was stripped away while I wasn't looking, leaving me with almost nothing.

Both children and adults often attacked me in the alleys. Within a month, I learned to hide my belongings and fight back. I stashed food wherever I could, desperate to stave off hunger, but there were times when others would steal from me or my stash would spoil. On those days, I faced hunger and injury, unable to seek proper care, which left lasting damage on my body and spirit.

**STORY BEGINS...**

A young boy, no older than six, huddled against a cold brick wall. Desperate for warmth in the frigid air, he wrapped his thin arms tightly around his bony knees. Once-vibrant silver eyes now lay sunken deep into their sockets, staring listlessly at the sky above. His hollow cheeks and rough skin, once of a vibrant shade, now bore an unnatural pallor. Sharp ribs protruded against his paper-thin skin, making it painfully easy to count each.

Hanging loosely from his frail frame, his oversized, tattered clothes whispered of better days long gone. His once-vibrant hair now fell like wilted leaves around his sunken face, reflecting a lifetime of invisible suffering. With hollow eyes, he gazed longingly at the sky, knowing that spring had arrived, a season often bursting with life and renewal. Yet for him, it was a cruel reminder of everything he had lost—his joy, his home, his very essence.

He braced himself against the crumbling wall, its rough surface a harsh contrast to the softness he once knew. But the moment he shifted his weight, a stabbing pain radiated from the deep gash running from knee to mid-thigh. It throbbed and pulsed with every heartbeat, a relentless reminder of his desperation. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to push off the wall, but regret washed over him like cold water, and he lost his balance, the world spinning as he fell.