The snow fell down covering the ground with a pure white blanket. It had started snowing early in the morning and had persisted throughout the whole day. A small child sat on a metal bench huddled up away from the cold iron of the back of the bench. The child was dressed in a single coat which was far too large for him to be wearing. He used it to cover the rest of him as he attempted to fight off the cold. Every few minutes he would shake off the layer of snow which had fallen onto him and then he would wipe off his running nose to prevent it from freezing on his face which would speed up the freezing process. He looked out over the little guardian which was almost unrecognizable with the covering of snow. He breathed out letting a small cloud of breath which he watched fade into the darkening sky, and he couldn't help but wonder what in the world he was doing in this place. His mother had told him to wait while she went to find his father, since they had gotten separated after the private meeting with the head mage who had deemed that the child was unable to use magic. The small child had no idea what that ment for him, but both of his parents had magic aptitude so he didn't understand why he among all of them did not. As he sat there, for the first couple of hours he had thought that they were taking some time trying to locate each other but as the hours went on his mind began to piece things together, and what his mind arrived on was the fact that for what ever reason, not having a magic aptitude was a bad enough thing that they were willing to abandon him in the heat of the moment. Still it wasn't as though he really had anything else that he could do but wait there, hoping against hope that the people would have some sort of change, but as the sky grew darker, he couldn't help but think that his hope was foundless.
The child suddenly pulled himself away from the bench and shuttered with the cold sensation which greeted him upon contact with the cold snow. His coat dragged on the snow making it slowly pile up and hit the back of his legs as he trudged through the bleak little garden toward the exit which he remembered to be near the bench were he had been sitting for the whole day. As he approached the gate he noticed with horror that the door was now closed tightly with an iron chair rapped around it to ensure that nothing got in or out of the garden. The small child fell to his knees holding onto the bars of the gate, a small tear ran down the side of his face as he felt a sence of hopelessness sink in as he realised that there was a rather high probability that he would freeze in this place. after a bit he pulled his fingers away from the bars ripping off small amounts of his skin, but instead of crying out in pain he instead quickly stabbed his fingers into the snow as a way to stop the bleeding a bit as well as to keep the wound in a clean state. After the bleeding slowed down he started to dig a small nest in the snow around him packing it tightly so as to help insulate the remaining heat which he was rapidly losing with the setting of the sun. If he could survive the night then there would be hope, that either his parents would come to their senses and realise that it would be the worst idea possible to let their childs body to be left frozen in a public place which would only throw suspicion on them for his murder, or the alternative being that he could escape and find a way to survive this situation on his own.
Once his small half hut of snow was formed he pulled his arms, and legs into his oversized coat and began to think about why he had been abandoned, and today of all days, on the Winters Eve. A celebration that occurred once every year as a way to celebrate the survival of the Winter March, it was considered a great time for family to bond and celebrate together. But here he was alone on the eve of the celebration, and for a young child that was a very sad thing indeed. It wasn't that his parents had been that close to him, but they had never abused him, so he had thought that their relationship wasn't as bad as it apparently was. He looked up to the star filled sky above him and saw a stray star shoot across the heavens. He clasped his tiny hands together and prayed a little prayer.
"I want to be able to spend every Winters Eve with people that I care about and who care about me."
When he was finished he heard a small sound and looked over to see a small creature which looked half frozen in the snow next to him, he swiftly pulled out one of his hands and took the tiny creature into the warmth of his jacket, a small smile spreading over his face, his wish had already begun to come true, and he hoped that in the future he could have even more people and creatures that he would be able to spend the holiday with. As his eyes slowly began to close he kept the small smile on his face while snuggling the small creature which had fallen asleep in his arms.
~.....hey....wake....its...to....wake up!~
The sudden noise woke Gordan up from his sleep breaking the crystal which allowed him to actually experience sleep.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to make those?"
The person in front of him shrugged and looked unfazed by the comment.
"The others are waiting on you, it's Winters Eve you know they will be upset if you sleep through the whole thing..."
A small grin appeared on Gordan's face and he slowly rose from his bed.
"Well then, we had better not not keep them waiting, and by the way Sig, happy Winters Eve."
The two of them walked out the doors into the dining hall were a great number had gathered to celebrate the holiday. The whole scene made Gordan happy, and he hoped that in years to come the way that he spent his Winters Eve would never change.