Born from a shard of ice, a young boy moved from place to place, hated by everyone, called a monster. Right arm left leg, right eye left face, a beautiful see-through blue, cold to the touch as it was made of ice. No expression could be seen on his face, almost lifeless as it traveled. No destination awaits the young boy and yet he still keeps going, determines to find his purpose, his reasoning of being alive. No need to stop and eat, no need to stop and sleep. He wasn't human he knew that much, made of ice, and yet even in the hot sun of the desert, he wouldn't melt. Does he have a mother? He did not know, Does he have a father? He also did not know. Not that he cared about either one. As he grew, as he traveled, as he saw new places, met new people, he had come to realize, the memories of people, animals, plants, all flowed through him. He could see everything water passes through. The painful memories that people locked away, he would take away as he walked past. He learned to use his gift, learned to understand his reasoning of life, the purpose he had been seeking has always been with him. He was made of Ice to not feel the painful things he would be taking away from others, whether it was the cry of a forest being cut down, a family of deer's morning for the lost of a young fawn, or a human's locked away memories of abuse, because Ice is the coldest thing and simply being stuck in a place filled with freezing weather and ice everywhere can slowly kill someone, making them numb and not feel a thing as their life slowly gets sucked away. And so he continues to travel, far and wide, living through the different stages of Earth, practically immortal. Maybe one day he would melt back into the ground, maybe one day he would settle down, find love, learn to live like a human. But until then, he is happy to continue traveling and learning.














