After Mist, came Frost .
She will fall, as through the haze, comes frozen dark .
Evil is on the loose. The land of fantasy seethes into peril. And Hazel is their only hope. Meanwhile, Cedron must fight his own battles and Red must face demons of...
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She stood in the middle of nowhere, gazing at the sky. A small, barely noticeable crease on her forehead, indicating that she was deep in thought.
The blonde haired girlapproached her.Usually, she left her hair open , but on a day like this, she prefered to tie it up. She looked at Princess Snowflake with concern.
" Snow." she said , " What are you doing here, all alone ?"
" Thinking."
" You mustn't bother yourself excessively. Even the mind has its limits. It is bound to get tired."
"It is something I must do, nevertheless." Snowflake smiled, sadly.
"Let us help you."
" You must go to bed, Cindy. Don't tire yourself worrying about me, dear." she said.
Cindy sighed. "It is something I must do, nevertheless."
The scene changed.
A girl sat on the banks of a lake, with her head touching the ground. Somehow, she could not move, tethered to her spot. She wept endless tears that fell into the lake, each drop creating tiny ripples on its surface.
As Hazel reached out to the girl, there was a flicker of bright light. PrincessSnowflake stared at Hazel with her piercing, dark gaze. Her blood red lips twitched to one side.
"We are waiting for you, Hazel Smith."
*****
Yet another day had begun. Hazel had slipped out of her blanket, showered, managed to finish half the bowl of cereals, hurriedly and still been late for school, somehow.
It was another normal day in her monotonous life. But Hazel Smith was anything but normal.
The events that had occurred fifteen days ago, seemed to have passed by like a dream. Was it even real? , she found herself wondering.
She walked through the corridor, met by curious glances. Not because people saw her for what she was. On the contrary, they knew her to be the outcaste; the strange, introverted daydreamer.
Her life was a contradiction. It lay at the horizon of fantasy and reality, myth and fact. Who was she? The one or the weirdo?
Did these people, who looked down upon her, know her for what she was ? Could they even begin to fathom the powers she possessed ?
Certain things are better untold.
***
Voices mingled and faded into the background. The teacher's announcement was faintly audible in Hazel's ears. Something about a new kid in class.
