See Who I Am (General Winter)

[Siberia]

Is it true, what they say? Are we too blind to find a way?
Fear of the unknown cloud our hearts today.

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Present day Siberia
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/Was all this my fault? Am I alone by my own hand?/ He had to ask the question, sitting in the snow like he was, with silver hair fluttering low around his shoulders. He wondered if the dulled white would form and speak to him again, like it seemed to in the moments he needed comfort the most. General Winter, his only comfort in this land of ice and snow. The only 'human contact' he'd had since the age of seven. Arkady Braginsky could well remember the day his brother had left him there, telling him, "Now be good, my little Vasily. You're needed here." The older Nation never answered the tiny pathetic why that came out of his younger brother…only moved to leave.

And so he'd been alone. Since he had been 7, he'd wandered the ice and desolate wasteland of his home, finding the occasional body, and thinking them dolls his brother had left him to play with, bringing them home. After the nasty shock of discovering them to be dead citizens, he eventually snapped. Then they truly became only dolls. In his house riddled with skeletons and porcelain, Arkady was the only living being. Not even a dog or a bird to keep him company. The younger had tried birds, bringing one home to sing for him once. Once. When the pretty canary had died on the trek home, the tiny 12 year old clung to its body….before storing it somewhere safe, behind his home, where nothing could touch it.

Sad as his history was, one could not truly say that Arkady was unhappy. The blue eyed silverette had lived so many years here that his memory of anything before the ice was blurred into the memories of everything within the snow. The air blasting his face, with shards pelting his body. If he had family, he didn't know them, and friends had disappeared into the mists, the only one he knew or remembered being General Winter himself. /It must be my fault. Such a bad boy we are….such a bad boy….being punished, Arkady….All alone./, Sure, he occasionally managed to get out, to get away, but he was still always alone. The times spent in the sun never lasted long, because….someone in his head. One of the many voices…..that contrasted the stark silence, always called him back.

That was his true pain, the silence , the hardships he held onto, all because of the silence. The only people he could still remember were the hulking nation who he'd called brother, once upon a time, and a young blonde girl, with a blue dress.....oh god, what was her name? Why couldn't he remember? Why couldn't their names come to mind? "брат....сестра..." He called out pitifully to the snow, whimpering softly at the thought of the loss. The boy felt the icy grip of the snow, the buffeting wind around him. He should have been cold....he should have felt something ,right? But no....it was so lost...All of it, lost.

Leaning against his house, the boy curled into himself, the fur jacket he'd made himself keeping him warm, even in these frigid temperatures. Something told him that he wasn't alone. The voices in his head told him /Sweet Arkady, we're never alone. We have each other. Do as we say, and everything will be okay.../ And he believed them. Arkady knew he needed them there. If it weren't for them, if they weren't there, he truly would be alone. "отец..." He was calling for the one man who'd never left him alone now...the only family he knew....отец......!"

/Come to us, Father of the Cold./

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Come into my world, see through my eyes,
Try to understand, don't wanna lose what we have.

[General Winter]

And in the dark he sits alone
To watch his final hours bleeding
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The young voice in the wind was like music to his ears, the cry's of the boy who called him father. He grinned deviously as he stood the cold, not that it bothered him. He was the essence of the wind and ice that blew through these lands, the very season of winter. It would get far colder before he actually went to the boy, it would be far to easy to just let him run to him. After all Arkady wan't allowed out of the house he was using and just where exactly was he calling out to him from? The snow and the ice that was found in the wilderness outside of the house. Walking farther from him he increased the wind and the in the area Arkady was in.

Looking around at the landscape around him he frowned forcing the wind to blow harsher around him and cover him as he moved through the snow it had been a few minutes since he had heard Arkady's first cries. He supposed the boy had spent enough time in the cold he didn't want to kill his little toy, just give him a bit frostbite, maybe knock him unconscious. Perhaps he would even get the boy to apologize for leaving his house. Stepping through the wind he walked until he reached where Arkady had started calling for him.

He stood before the boy a frown on his face his voice and eye's as cold as the very ice and wind he was made of. "Что это такое Arkady? вы иметь ослушались мне по побег дом." Winter was not happy with this. Arkady had disobeyed him. He was not allowed to be out of the house. Arkady was not allowed to leave him as he seemed to be trying to. He would punish Arkady for this, it had gone unpunished for far to long. He was getting to be far to rebellious, well he had been to kind to the boy it seemed.

While unconcerned upon the wall
The clock ticks away the time
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[Siberia]

Dark wings they are descending
See shadows gathering around

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The cold increased, and the singing wind brought ice crystals beating his face. Each flick of the frozen drops began to draw small lines of blood across the boy's face and neck. He began to gasp in pain at each strike, eyes fluttering with tears. The problem was that with the frozen tears came a new pain. Closing his eyes tightly, he curled into his own body for warmth, rocking slightly as he started falling forwards. The boy's face fell into the snow as it caressed him in its icy embrace. Whimpering in pain, Arkady found his eyes blurring as the familiar face came near, shoes pressed into the white sheets of ice. The voice slowly filtered into his ears, and he managed a staggered breath.

""Что это такое Arkady? вы иметь ослушались мне по побег дом." He whimpered quietly. That was bad...Father was angry with him, angry with poor Arkady,. He'd done nothing wrong, nothing at all, and so the fact that the other man had him all but pinned against the side of his house, and mad...Oh god....Oh GODS...."Отец .... Мне очень жаль. Это была не моя вина, отец." This was said with reverence as he gazed up at his father and only companion, desperately through the haze of nearly passing out. With a tiny breath, his eyes fell shut, a captive of the snow.

/We live and die by our own hand. You are worthless but to the Father who controls your existence. Die, child of Winter./

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