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Rising from the ashes, his fingers reached out to the nefarious winds that drifted with shards of ice. Hephaestus watched as the intricate flakes of snow melted upon contact of his flesh. He was immune to the cold.
It had been to long since sleep had paved it's way over his mind. It was time to awaken and get to work.
Just as the earth began to shudder under his prescence, Hephaestus paused. His spine stood erect as a sound piqued his interest.
A soft cry drifted with the winds. And that was when his amber gaze was lit aflame.
In a world of devastating beauty, she stood amongst the mountains of eternal winter.
Chione stared down at the god, despite the warmth of his face, she curled her hands into fists and for the first time-
And felt her heart become a little colder.
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FantasyChione was happy with her world of ice and snow- until Hephaestus started to tear it apart. She never asked for her life to shatter, nor did she ask for emotions to stir inside her. Hephaestus wished that he didn't break her heart...But he did. © C...
