It filled his lungs, the cool wind of winter.
Despite the tears that threatened to freeze as they fell down his cheeks, the youth didn't let his emotions completely overwhelm him. He kept his head high as he breathes. Breathing slowly, steadily, trying to calm himself as tears fell from his cheeks.
He was now standing before the frozen lake of the northern mountains. The place where he was first brought to this world. The first thing he did when he arrived was let his sorrow out.
His heels dug deep into the bed of snow. The tip of his boots slightly reached the edge of the frozen lake before him. Its mirror-like surface reflected the light gray skies as well as the youth's reflection. His silver hair came undone as the frigid wind brushed his figure,
