What We Are (Snowbaz)

Baz

Hi! I'm soooo sorry that I haven't updated in forever! I just ran out of ideas but as I was running around in PE today, an idea came. Hopefully this will make this story a little more interesting. For this chapter I'm going to do it in third person bc idk how it'd fit with the first person thing I'm doing. Enjoy!
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The air is cool against his cheeks. Fluffy white snow dots the area around him, somehow landing anywhere but the perfect circle that surrounds him. The boy looks at it in confusion, not remembering when he put the weather spell there.

A strand of hair as dark as night falls over his eyes. His long slender fingers push it back behind his ear as he furrows his brow, trying to make sense of what's going on.

"Hello?" he calls quietly, not wanting to destroy the lullaby surrounding him. The air in front of him starts to shimmer, blurring the snow caped trees like paint being smeared on a painting. A figure slowly starts to take shape.

It isn't like those from the visitings. The figure looks as if she is made from wisps of clouds, threaded together to make a woman in her late thirties.

The boy recognizes the woman from old photos and snippets of memories from his childhood. His calm demeanor vanished suddenly and his bottom lip started to quiver.

"M-m-mom?" he chokes out. The woman smiles and drifts closer to the boy. Her hand caresses his skin, making a shiver run through him.

"Wh-wh-wh-what's going on?" he says, sounding the most vulnerable almost anyone has ever heard him. Only a Simon Snow has ever seen him like this.

"I've come to warn you," the woman says, her voice sharp like a knife.

"Warn me about what?"

"Let me show you..." she says. She starts to shimmer again, her figure turning into different shapes and showing a story.

"The day will happen, Tyrannus," the woman's voice says, showing a picture of Baz holding the hand of and old, withered Simon. Baz still looked like he was in his twenties. He looked young enough to be Simon's son.

Simon's hand went limp in Baz's as the picture started to change.

"You will be overcome with grief. You will refuse to speak to anyone and shut yourself away..." The next scene showed Baz in an abandoned building, his arms clutched tightly around himself as he shakes his head back and forth against his knees.

"Eventually, the lack of blood and overdose of grief will drive you mad..."  This showed Baz with a bloodthirsty look in his eye as he bent over a quivering woman. Blood stained his pale lips and a cruel smile spreads across them. He pounces on the girl. Baz turns away.

"Why did you show this to me?" he asks, his voice wavering.

"To warn you..."

"Why would you warn me about something I can't fix? Do you want me to kill myself? Like you did?"

"Tyrannus, if that was my intention, I would've not presented this to you in this way."

"Then why? What could I possibly do?"

"There is a way...."

"What?" Baz says, his ears perking up. The woman takes a deep breath.

"By the time the seventh moon rises,
The time should be right
To change all that is.
It will take great might
But this will always end with a fight.

Seek the blood of trolls times three
The heart of lamb blends nicely too
To cut away from thee
All that grew
Marking you in a red hue

To erase this curse
It is a simple matter
To put it to reverse
A spell shall clatter
Leaving not a splatter." The cloud of the woman starts to fade, once again showing the trees.

"But what spell?" Baz says, but he is too late. The woman is gone.

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Direction! Yay! Maybe I can actually get somewhere! I'll try to update asap, but who knows when that could be. I'd say between tomorrow and next week. I hope you enjoyed his little thing! See u soon!

Candy ;-)