Dark Everglades: The Rising Sun [BOOK ONE] {BEING RE-WRITTEN}

Ethan

Ethan's POV

All is calm and quiet today. Something we almost never get here in Eclea. The streets are covered with ice and it's almost always nighttime. It all seems normal I guess. At least to me... I've never been out of this place. But I just wish I could. To go somewhere else... I feel as though I have too. I feel as though it's my future, and my future that holds whatever key to unlock this barren place...

I should probably introduce myself. I'm Ethan Bridge. I'm an ice fairy here in Theroza. Where the government separated everyone into 12 states. However, I don't know what's beyond my state. I probably never will. I just hate what the government is doing and I want it to stop. I just hope there are others out there who think the same way... If not they're simply twisted.

I sigh, shaking my head and walking up the front steps of my house. I open the door lightly, setting my scarf down on the hat pole.

My mother is sitting in the kitchen, for whatever reason I don't know why. We ice fairies look like humans... Well, if it wasn't for our physical trait. White eyes. We have pupils. Our iris' are just... White.

I walk over to the kitchen, silently opening the cabinet and grabbing a glass cup, looking at it with longing in my eyes.

I really wish I was normal. Give up my ice powers, give up this stupid world and wander to who knows where. Everything here just seems so... So wrong.

"Ethan!" My mother snaps in front of me, and I flinch.

I look up at her. "Hm?" I question and the only response is her pointing down. "Huh-? Oh..."

Frost has started to form on the floor with my unease, spreading lightly into small daggers of ice around my feet.

Remember those ice powers? Yeah, I wish I didn't either. I can't really control them all that well. It's kind of hard to really stop it. I just zone out or get angry and end up quickly losing control. Another reason why I hate magic. I just want to leave and stop using it.

I really wish I had some friends, at least then maybe I can be a little normal. However here, there aren't that many children... My age at least.

I sigh and mumble sorry to my mother, setting down the ice cracked cup and walking up to my room.

Some can say I'm unhappy, others can say I'm lonely. But I don't even know what I am so how can others know me? My head pounds and I shake my head.

I sigh, opening my bedroom door. My room is very empty. Just a bed in the middle of the room. My bedroom walls are a light blue. My favorite color. I sigh again, louder this time and fall against my mattress.

My mind whirls with distant memories and I stare up at the ceiling.

Immediately, ice begins to form, spreading over the ceiling like a canvas and drawing out the picture in my mind. My father and mother and I, ice skating on Dentine. This memory was exactly four years ago.

I tilt my head, watching as the ice spreads further, changing itself every time I switch the memory.

Dentine, Langish, my birthday - which is a rare occasion. They always forget about it - and then Christmas.

These memories are the happy ones. I rarely remember the sad ones, not wanting to ruin the ice even more then I already have.

My mother refuses to help me control it, and I always go over to my grandparents house for help.

My grandmother loves my gift of un-controlling ice... Always saying that the more un-controlled you are, the better the result.

The ice spreads to the back wall, cracking itself to the memory of my grandmother. She will live on and on until her days are done.

Yesterday was her 114th birthday. Fairies like us live a long time, and I can't decide yet if it's good... Or bad.

I sit up, looking around the room at all my memories. This has never happened before. How did my ice do this?

Sometimes I believe my ice has more control over me then I do it... Like it has a mind of its own.

But that's a stupid thought. It's probably just my imagination, my paranoia.

As the ice fades away from my wall I stare at the water droplets. It's melting away, just like my dreams of having a normal life.