Soul of Fire Love of Ice

A young girl scared for other lives, scared of what she can do until a boy with white hair out stretches a hand...

I miss the days, I hated so. The days where I would find myself inattentive and gazing out of crimson stained glass. Looking out to the lavish white town and wishing something, anything would happen. I never realized that my calm, safe life of boredom would end so fast. I never knew how pitiful life really was, and how easily forgotten you can become until now. This was now a life of fear; there's no escape