Why does the Blood Red rose bloom in winter snow?

The white, fluffy sand.

Ahma Heiwa lay, numb in the several foot deep white powder that surrounded. The fluffy, pearly, pale substance, seemed familiar, almost sand like.

'Was it sand?' 'No, it couldn't be, it's not sandy enough, it doesn't flow with a graint texture.'

Ahma ran his long, thin, malnourished fingers through the puffy carpet that covered the ground, trying to work out what exactly it was.

After about an hour or so of surveying the surrounding surfaces, Ahma closed his narrow, intimidating, yet innocent eyes.

He fell still. No movement whatsoever. Was he dead? Did the Hypothermia get him? No it couldn't be, after all he was raised in the bitter cold. Born in a cold, snowy trench. Born to a father who never wanted him. Born to a mother who used him as an excuse. An excuse for anything and everything.

.....

"*hisssssss*" A sharp breath inwards, signaled the awakening of the crippled boy, who lay on, what felt like a bed of coals. Alas, not too soon after this moment, several steps grew closer and closer, quickening and becoming more urgent the nearer they got. Getting louder and louder, until... They stopped.

The cause of these steps needed no introduction, as the frail Ahma Heiwa had long ago memorised the sound, pace, and weight of these steps. These shaky, uncertian steps belonged to none other than...
Emmanuel Mudiay.

This man, was not someone to fear, nor was he someone that you should feel uncomfortable around. It truly is a mystery as to why Ahma Heiwa reacted the way he did, tensing up his entire body, bracing for an impact, an impact which never came.

Truly, we will never know, in fact I'm not so sure that Heiwa himself knows, why he reacted in this manner.

Only time will tell, and only time can answer these queries.

                         Author's note

- Phew, that's chapter one done. ✅✔️
Now there's just an entire book left. Pray for me 🙌👏🙏🙇 -