The warmth of the fire burnt bright and lit the room up with it's warm glow. The sound of people laughing and the giggles of a child that could barely lift it's own head. From the corner hidden and overlooked by the warm fire that touched the faces of people with no discrimination was a young child. Their greedy eyes drinking in the beautiful picture of a loving family. Their hands outstretched hoping to find some solace in their hearts as they were left unseen and unanswered. Like that, days passed to weeks to months. Like the time that passed, their feelings and wants grew more and more. Their innocent feeling as a child soon twisted into ugly envy as the outstretched hands grew cold and unanswered feelings plagued them like the cold that hung around them as if winter was a heavy rock pulling them under the icy water in the river styx. The petty tricks they played were foul and soon became cleverly calculated plans formed behind the long frozen features of a sharp adult, winning the satisfaction of destroying everything that stood in their path.
Still, as a young adult the feelings that were answered were still there, still glowing red on the verge of being extinguished. The young adult soon felt the small warmth of a family, however, the growing unease in their heart only extinguished the embers that were finally lit as the growing conflict outside their house had burnt just as bright as the fire that had once burnt the wood in their memory. Not soon after, that young adult was sent packing to an unknown land with no one to send them off. The small warmth they felt finally bursted into ashes.
The young adult experienced hell and the most chilling weather they had never felt in their entire lives. They experienced the feeling of the cold metal in their hands filled with small amounts of blood from all manners of people. People whose name they didn't know, people who lived in a different land, people who had once walked alongside them. Slowly step by step. The young adult from a small town, who had only known sneaky tricks, finally refined and refined under the cold flames shot at him till he reached the perfection of a war machine. Their hearts burnt cold blue flames fueled by the disgusting feeling that were cultivated inside them since they were just a small innocent child. Thier faces filled with cold murder and the most fosty gaze that shook weak prey from the very core of their body. Weaknesses, were captured and exploited to the fullest. The calculated plans soon were too, refined into the most complicated missions and plans. Sent to infiltrate, spy, assassinate and destroy- they did everything for the war.
At some point when he was running, running fast, running far he thought of the things he had achieved. He thought of the things he could do. Even when the many bullets and shell shattering bombs that rang around him could not stop this fearful monster lurking inside them and soon, the war was over. The many achievements are shown through the scars and the sharp eyes that glared viciously at anyone. The medal that was stained by the blood on their hands and the tall, straight back that the many lingering souls hung on the winter stone that had grown, weighing him down.
When he returned they only saw the same people that sent them away, without any words nor any comfort. They upon seeing them return had screamed and yelled. The ghost that hung around their family had returned. When they had returned they did not expect anything from the equally cold blooded people. The countless experiences built over time had taught them to conceal their intentions and strike from the shadows. Despite the protests and shouts- they had stood strong, firm and silent. Their eyes looking at them but not seeing. The house, wealth and legacy was all inherited by them, face to face with the people who took everything away from them had struck them down one by one as they started to use violence. They, who thought their heart would stay frozen forever, unfeeling and unshakeable had felt a familiar glow in their heart as their fist kept raining down on their faces. The blood that splattered over their fists, sleeves, face and the shining silver metal attached to the collar of their uniform. They felt pleasure and happiness as they saw them cower in the corner, hidden in the shadows where they had once stood, looking in on that warm family.
The brief happiness and warmth they had felt when they were screaming in agony was soon gone like the icy winds of the north. The cold blood of them ran down their face and stained all around the room. They once again felt numb and cold. As years passed from that day they could only find that beautiful warmth when they returned from the military back to that same house. Only this time. There were not only 3 pairs of eyes looking at them with horror. There were many, many pairs of eyes that looked at them with fear. One by one their fear stricken eyes would fade,dull and lifeless. The collars of their shirt filled with countless silver medals would be stained yet again with blood. The crazy smile they wore as blood spilled all over the room covering the previously dried stains of blood, reminiscing of the happy times they spent together with their family. Not once did they forget them and on the fireplace three beautifully polished skulls, their hollow eyes staring at the scene that repeated over and over again. The sweet reminiscence of when they had finally become a family again.