When It Snows

A Snowing Crane

Awaking in the snow, I looked around from the freezing ground that felt like needles that intruded the thin clothing that I was wearing. The pelting snow fell harshly, compiling heaps of snow on trees and many acres on the field that I was walking on, nothing on the horizon that signaled a possible ending to this extensive plain of pure white snow. 

A silhouette of a boy's back was sitting on a fallen long. I ran and almost stumbling several times. I yelled, but there was no voice that came out of my mouth to call him. 

There was no sound to call him, yet the boy looked back and saw me. I could see that he was folding an origami crane in his hands on the frozen terrain. The ice-cold temperature made me feel like I'm walking through a storm of arrows. I fell on the snow, face-first, I couldn't feel anything but my sight stayed intact.

The boy rushed to me, picked me up and walked past the log with his white hair flowing with the icy weather and white shirt flapping behind him. The cranes that he was making was plentiful. Nearly one-hundred origami cranes were lying there. Questions popped into my head,

Why is he here and why... ?

I closed my eyes and they worked no more.

A warm feeling, I smiled. Finally warmth. I opened my eyes, I was in a cave with a blanket, fire and the boy was sitting across from me making origami cranes with ease from the pile of paper he had next to them. With a seemingly formal dress on- but no coat, weird

He was making them so swiftly his hands were blurring. I noticed that he had looked up to me. He asked, "Who are you?"

I got up and sat criss-cross applesauce (Or whatever it's called) and tried to talk to him, but nothing came out. I moved my lips but, I couldn't hear anything. 

He cocked his head in confusion and went back to making swans. After some time he gave me a bird, "Pull its tail and hold it, it'll come alive," I did as told, it came alive like magic. 

I smiled in awe. The boy was looking at me the whole time. Once I looked at him, he had already answered the question in my head, 

"I was looking for that reaction- and I got it,"

The bird was still flying- it's been like a few hours, he went outside and sat making origami again. I sat there in amazement. 

Why was he even doing that? 

I asked myself and he immediately responded. It was as if he could read my mind. After looking at the sky for some time, he answered pausing his folding, 

"This world is horrible, wretched, utterly evil,"

"Every corner lurks some evil, so many things have been done. All lost in the brink of memory. Our wars all because of misunderstanding. My memories have been taken away and faded. My mom and dad died because of this war," 

"I'm orphaned," He started crying. A tear ran down my cheek. 

"My life is gone. My life-"

 I ran up to him and slapped the back of his head, he looked at me teary-eyed. I wrote in the snow with my finger,

You idiot! Don't think of yourself as useless while you're still alive. Do something about the war. If you're alive, you can. Believe that you can. 

I got up and smiled. He faded away into the wintry mist smiling back at me. 

He pulled out a flute out of his pocket and played a tune, a tune that I remembered a long time ago, which stopped me in my tracks preventing me from chasing him. A tear fell and evaporated some of the snow on the ground while me standing there with my hand reaching out to him.

 I as stupid as I was, I followed him but he was gone before I could follow. I took the flying bird out of the air and stuffed it in my pocket and ran the way he went.  

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Hope you liked it part two is coming soon! :3