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Fable: The Snow Boy

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Darkness. Tightness. Everything was heavy, and it was cold. Deathly cold. this was wrong, terribly wrong. No light, so colors, so freedom. Let it go…let it go…let me…

"GO!"

He sat bolt upright panting wildly. Icy eyes were wide and fearful, panicked. It was dark. No, he couldn’t be there, not there…wherever there was. But no, slowly his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. No it was not dark, it was…a room. He managed to slow his breathing, calming himself down as the visions faded. He wasn’t there, so now was the time to focus on where he was.

It was a room. So…inside. But inside where? The last thing he remembered was the snow…the cold dark snow in the forest. He’d heard howling, and even though it’s frightened him, something had pulled him towards it. The same feeling that had pulled him from the first place he’d woken up a few days ago in the snow. He’d been so tired, but something just kept pulling him. That was until….the woman.

Yes, he’d found a woman. She had been…well, warm. Then…the howling, the terror, and…he remembered smelling blood. But it wasn’t his. was it hers?! No…no it was…something else. there were other people there? But none of them had felt warm…

He held his head as it throbbed this his attempts to piece together what had happened. Something clicked in him though as he reached up, and instantly he looked to his arm; it was still there, no one had taken it off. He sighed in relief at that, rubbing his palm over the bandages that wrapped around his other arm; he couldn’t loose that…didn’t know why, but he just felt like he couldn’t loose it.

But it was there, and he was inside. Well that was a pretty good start to figuring things out he hoped. He checked the rest of himself out, and everything seemed ok; he hadn’t been undressed, not that the tattered rags he’d gotten from that old woman provided much warmth. Suddenly he shivered, and out of reflex he pulled the blanket close about himself, trying to draw heat from it, even though something told him he wouldn’t get any.

So he was in one piece, inside, and there had been a woman. Well, he would need to find the woman.
Cautiously he tested the floor underfoot, finding it just as could as the rest of him. Despite another shiver, he stood, but pulled that blanket tightly around himself. It was only 3 steps to the door, but each inch only built up his nervousness. Something pulled at him as he reached for the door; would it be sealed, was he trapped, could he never leave? But as he turned the cold metal knob, it opened with ease.

He peeked his head out of the door for a few moments, watching to see if there was anyone else around. Finding no one, again, he cautiously stepped out into a hallway. He looked in both directions, biting his lower lips anxiously, unsure where to go. Now he surely had to be trapped, just in a much larger box.

However, he heard voices from the closer end, so after a few chilled breathes, he stepped closer, finding a set of stairs leading below; the voices were coming from down there. Now he was really starting to doubt his choice to leave the bed, but no, he had to find the woman.

It was slow going down the stairs; each step was carefully tested to make sure he wouldn’t fall, while one hand held firmly to the railing and the other to the blanket at his collar. Slowly, agonizingly, he made it down the stairs and…unnoticed. Was he now invisible or something? That wouldn’t be very helpful…

But no, it just so happened those who he’d heard were just busy and due to his long careful decent, hadn’t noticed the sounds of the stairs. A young man was sitting at a bar, while a blonde woman was behind it, wiping it down. The two were engaged in some conversation. He wasn’t really close enough to hear, nor thought it polite he did anyways. Again, he started to second guess his choices; he didn’t want to interrupt them if they were busy after all…

Before he could attempt to go back up the way he’d come though, the woman spotted him. She tossed the bar rag down, a hand going to her hip as she offered her best grin.

"Well, look who isn’t dead."

He tried to shrink within his blanket now, especially when the young man turned to look at him as well; those eyes, they felt like they were going right through him, and made him just want to run away…to fly away on the breeze…

"Don’t be shy," the blonde woman tried to coax him gently. "We won’t bite you."

He nervously looked back up the stairs, trying not to shake. This had been a bad idea; he should’ve just stayed where he’d woken. It had worked the last time…

"Are you ok?" he was coming around  the bar now, she was going to come near him.

That sent him into a little panic, and he took a step backwards up onto  the stairs, clinging more tightly to his blanket. That made her freeze in mid step, not wanting to spook the kid.

"Easy now kid," she tried to sound as gentle as she could. "Ain’t gonna hurt you. Did you want something? Do you need help?"

He nodded slightly. “I-I…looking for…um…” he took a breath, trying to steady his nerves. “T-the woman from last night…”

"Ms. Victoria," the young man still seated at the bar cut in.

He bite back a squeak at that, another chill going throughout his body. But he nodded still.

"Well, she’s upstairs in her room," the blonde woman said carefully, "Though if I was you, I wouldn’t go bothering her right now."

He shook his head. “Which one?”

She looked back to her companion at the bar, but all he offered was a non-helpful shrug. She looked back to the kid, raising an eyebrow, but seeing as he didn’t seem to be budging, she told him anyways. He thanked her, and moved to head back up the stairs, a little quicker than he had come down them. He found the door he was directed to quite easily, and stood there for a moment, just breathing.

He was so cold but…the feeling  from last night, from before, he felt it again. The pulling, the drawing, the warmth. He looked up from his free hand, his bandaged hand, to the door in front of him. Was this a good idea? Should he do  this?

Yes.

He wanted to see her, he wanted to thank her, he wanted to feel…

So he knocked.
Prequel/same time set as this chapter cor--cordis.deviantart.com/art…

I'd had the idea for the opening scene fora spell, and after reading the chapter I was all "Yes, I can wrote this now", so I did.

Yuko you are an adorable baby and we love you X3

Fable belongs to ~Cor--Cordis
I wrote this part though XD
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