Icy tendrils laced my wings, making it impossible to fly. Why did I have such disadvantages when trying to save the human race form an undesirable life of winter and death? At least the fat old tree branch I was sitting on was sturdy.
As I sat, I thought of what I was going to do. There was almost no plan. Everything was spinning around in my head, plans, worries, everything. And I had no idea how to stop it. I had no idea how to change this, for I was not even supposed to. You see, in a place unknown to the rest of the world, I trained for a great destiny. And then, one fateful day, my destiny came with a breeze of wing. My teachers said it was too dangerous, but I knew it was my destiny. And once there was no one left to tell me no, I went. I went out, out of the safety, because I knew it was only temporary. I knew that nothing could stop this storm, which was destined to go on forever and destroy everything in its wake.
Finally, after all the failed decisions, I came up with a plan. A plan I never should have had to make cleared my mind and thought up something, though barely anything. I would team up with people, get as much help as I could, and abandon them. This was my destiny, after all.
I fell asleep knowing what to do.
I remember waking up, a lightning-and- snow storm brewing. Though, a long time ago, I was afraid of lightning, this made no difference whatsoever. I mean, it had always been a freezing, windy storm that killed people-hadn't it? Or, as I should have put it, a whirling, freezing, windy storm that had killed the best of my instuctors and made me give myself to it too.
But I was kind of worried. Lightning could strike me, or, more likely, the top if the tree, which still kill me. And, despite my strength, I could not survive death. Nor could my sister, my mother, or my father. Nobody could survive death, the thing that means an absence of being alive.
I slept well that night, considering I was on a tree trunk, in a huge storm, possibly about to die. The next thing I knew, I was awake again, just when a blast of yellow lightning hit the tree and everything went black.
