A Compilation of Fantasy Concepts

Chapter 17... Ice Cube to Ice Fairy

"H-Hello?"

"Someone.... is someone there?"

A blanket of glimmering fairy dust coated the place where Summer had once left miles upon miles of grassy pasture, long hairs of lemony green swaying left and right with the wind like something out of an old movie. It fell like glitter in a snow globe, the whiteness, fluttering left right, left and right as they fell to the ground at a ninety degree angle, almost as if the world was upon a stage and a fan had been placed just below the buckets that were ever so gently releasing the shimmering flakes.

[You walked along the hillside where poppies would bloom in the warmer seasons, the cold air making clouds by your lips with every exhale of breath.]

A figure laid shriveled up in the middle of the snow-covered field, motionless, now and forever peacefully asleep as petal upon petal of icy flake began to cover his body, to coat his jet-black hair over with a thin layer of frost. His heart had stopped beating hours ago, and the trail his frostbitten feet had made walking in the snow was blown away without a trace. Motionless, breathless, this figure was like a doll. Hands and feet painted a sickly purple-blue, his face was as porcelain white as the snow that surrounded it. Ears ever so slightly pointed were hidden upon messily uncut fluffy hair, eyes ever so slightly pulled like a Chinese, though not to an overly noticeable degree. He was of mixed origin, and the thin black shirt and pants he wore revealed that he hadn't prepared for this journey in the cold. What was the boy doing here? How long had he been shivering in the cold before he finally dropped dead? He couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen, taller than a child but his fingers even in sleep held in the halfway point of hesitance and inexperience, even his frozen expression childishly helpless, earnest and untainted.

[You stopped before the base of the hill, motionless, afraid. There was a corpse before you, shriveled up and dead. A horrible feeling fell over you. You wanted to run away.]

The figure of a girl stood over him. Eyes a soft but unyielding red, long white hair easily lost in the hills of whiteness about her. She was a beautiful person, most likely some sort of spirit, though the specifics of it all couldn't be less important to this story. Her lips moved delicately as she walked over to the boy's head, bare feet not making a single mark in the ground as she did, the prescence of her body not making a single imprint in the freezing cold Winter air. She bent down by the figure's head, her dainty fingers brushing the hair from his forehead. Then she bent down, wrapping her arms gently about the head, cradling the sleeping being before lips gently placing a kiss before her body dissolved into dust, vanishing into the twinkling puffs of white that fluttered down from the sky.

[You watched the girl approach the boy. You guessed she was a ghost of sorts, or at worst a demon. You wanted to run, but your entire body seemed to have frozen over with fear. Your breath balled up like a fist in your throat. Had the girl known this person when they were alive? You watched the girl place a kiss, disappearing into the evening. Had the girl...by chance...brought about the boy's death....?]

Snow continued to fall endlessly from the sky, the world went on spinning at its own pace. Slowly, the blue upon the boy's skin began to fade back to purple, the purple fading off till it was white again, the frost upon his hair creeping all the way to the roots till there wasn't a speck of charcoal left. A twitch of the hand, the shift of a muscle upon the neck. It happened gradually, up till the boy's lips opened in a painful gasp as his empty lungs were suddenly forced full with air, till a single tear made its way out of his eye and his heart began to forcibly beat again, energy rushing through sleeping cells just barely awoken from their dormant state, his entire body burning from the cold that stung like fire. The figure forced himself up, hands grasping the chilly emptiness as he bent over, a sound like crackled ice escaping his throat as his lungs forced themselves full and empty, full and empty. The boy found his skin to be numb and senseless, his body too weak to stand and move about as it recovered, leaving the person confused, scared, helpless as a fox caught in rope.

So he waited.

[And you waited...]

Searching with eyes of crystal blue the desolate fields about him, wishing more than anything to find signs of life, a landmark, anything. The boy shivered habitually, squeezing his eyes shut, and then he learned he could move this legs. He made good use of this, of course, standing up like a clumsy idiot as he clutched the base of his shirt, looking around and around with no real cause or purpose.

"H-Hello??"

[You considered showing yourself, but your voice wouldn't call. Part of you was still a bit afraid of this being, this being that had risen from the dead. Could you even call this being human..?]

The boy's pointed ears twitched, and his eyes quickly moved in search of the source of the noise, turning so quickly he fell and tumbled to the ground.

"Ng!"

[You cringed as the boy slipped and fell a bit painfully against the icy snow. Still, something told you to wait. That this boy could be dangerous, that at least from here you could approach him if he got hurt, run if this spelled danger.]

The boy looked up. The deafening silence was broken by the hollow wind howling against his ears, and for the first time since he awoke the boy felt as though he could cry. His left arm moved up to grip his right elbow, moving up and down the snow soaked cloth as if that could warm him, to give reassurance to the being that was lost in a land of nothingness.

[You frowned. The figure looked lost, scared even. You quickly picked up your things, running over.]

The boy nibbled off the cracked skin of his chapped lips as he looked around. Where was he, anyways? The boy didn't know. He didn't remember, not even his own name. Feeling the bubbly grey fill up in his throat again, the boy began to panic. He couldn't yet understand the meaning of life and death, that he couldn't possibly stay here in the cold. Somehow, though, he could tell this wasn't right. He didn't like it here, there was somewhere better for the boy to be. But where? What was he ever to do, with no memories and no clues? The boy just sat there, staring blankly into space as the snow continued to fall from the skies, to shroud his black clothes in a coat of fuzzy blanc.

As if sending your prescence, the boy looked over, eyes wide.

"S-someone...is someone there?"

[You approached the boy.]

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This is the creation story of my OC, Yuki. His name means "snow," which is the element from which he was reborn after his kind abandoned him and he fled for Earth. Please take good care of him, he's a precious fluff!
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