The snow danced to the ground on a warm winter's night. All was quiet apart from a small whimper of a child, a little girl. Her gown dressed in blood. Her long dark curls embraced her face as her crystal eyes shimmered and her cheeks were caressed by warm tears. Her frail body was limp against the soft snow and the harsh frostbiting breeze. There was nothing in sight. No sense of civilisation. No comfort from lounging trees; bare as a newborn.
Her snivel came to a stop. The surroundings became a vague memory as she climbed unsteadily to her feet. The snow was a blanket for her undressed tootsies as she tiptoed silently. Thirst began to well up in her throat as her pace quickened. Silent as the breeze she stealthily reached a cliff.
The girls pale blue eyes grew wider as she gazed upon once she could remember, a day in December. The town below her was in a blanket of smoke and pollution. The harsh cry of car alarms and broken down ambulances filled the night's air. The amber blazed and painted the dull city in colour. The palace... "The palace" she thought. It's beautiful posture of artic blue walls conjured with the dancing flames in the distance.
The untamed fire leaded the snow in a harmonious dance. The thought of a relationship between the two elements, such as yin and yang, became eerie. Two opposites getting along made the brain freeze. The unnatural partnership of the two was somewhat supernatural.
