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PROLOGUE CHAPTER ZERO
On A Night In December Calm And Cold With Fluffy Snowflakes Dancing With The Stars. The Moon Bright And Crisp, With It's Symmetrical And Almost Perfectly Positioned Lighting The Boy Could Read His Book With A Smile. The Boy Was In His Room Of The House Which Was Clean, Colorless, And Bland. With Walls That Were Boring, And His Tidied Desk With Nothing But A Pen And Notebook. His Walls Were Bare With A Beige Tint Matching His Bed. Someone Crept Into This Tiny Room In The House They Yelled Spooking Their Sibling.
Annie " Hahaha-You!-Bahahahaha "
But She Was Quickly Quieted By Her Brother As He Feared They Would Wake Their Sleeping Parents.
Charles " Shh!-YOU will wake them up! "
Annie " You know I mean no harm, I just felt-playful? "
Charles " We could still get caught and in trouble, would you like that? "
Annie " No-but!- "
Charles " No buts! Or I will tell Mother to put you in the corner! "
Charles Was The Oldest Of The Two, He Was Nine And Nearing The Double Digits. Annie Just Turned Seven And Was Rather Opposite Of Her Brother Being The Cheerful, Adorable, And Colorful One Of The Two. Charles Was More Mature Knowing The Upcoming Responsibilities Of A Ten Year Old In The Family. He Must Quit His Childish Spirt To Grow Into A Strong And Smart Man. Annie Did Not Understand Why Or Care As Most Seven Year Olds Would Be. She Was Considered Mischievous For She Would Often Annoy Her Sibling Or Try To Play With Them, Needing The Attention That She Was Missing From Their Parents.
They Didn't Do Much Before They Fell Into A Peaceful Slumber, Charles Read A Novel, And Annie Played With A Toy Horse. Then A Sudden Breeze Flew Through The Room And They Became Very Drowsy. They Cuddled Up And Fell Asleep, And Wandered Away To The Land Of Bliss, Of Wonder, Into The Deepest Depth Of Their Dreams.
The Land Where We Fly And Soar
Into The Clouds Where Thunder Roars
Twinkling Stars Prick The Sky
The Dazzling Cold Crystals Hardened
Frost Lay Upon Every Surface
May That Not Matter Now
The Soft Breeze Becomes Harsh Wind
And Snow Begins To Fall
We Run, We Hide, I Drag Her Through The Snow
Into A Small Shed With Only Four Walls
The Door Barely Holds On Its Hinges
And The Roof Is Beated Like A Drum
The Noise Is So Loud It Hurts, But Not As What I Saw
Her Pale Skin So Cold I Can't Even Touch Her
Her Rosy Cheeks With Frozen Tears That Glitter
I Move Beside Her To Keep Her Frigid Body Warm
The Blizzard Are Deadly Even In Our Dreams
I Fear We Won't Last Much Longer
I Wake Up