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Blizzard was very self-conscious of his music. He loved his flute, but the people of the village were all very... perfectionist. If he got a single note wrong, or didn't do a genre they liked, they would start ranting about how much of a garbage musician he was (Sorry Margaret he can’t exactly play death metal on a flute). He couldn't handle it.
So, instead, Blizzard went to the forest. He played his little heart out in the forest. He practiced until his lungs whistled and his fingers ached. He played all of the pieces that he loved. He found new music and played that too in the forest.
He'd been playing in the forest for about two years before he found a girl in his clearing. She was laying on the grass, weaving a flower crown out of daffodils. his clearing was a nice little opening with a waterfall and a boulder that he had a tendency to sit on while playing. The girl was humming a tune as she weaved. It was one of the tunes he was currently practicing.
Blizzard froze and hesitantly moved forward. The girl turned to look at him and her eyes struck him. They were a deep brown almost black with red accents that made them look on fire. She hadn't stopped humming. She smiled and gestured for Blizzard to sit. When he did, she handed him the finished flower crown and spoke for the first time.
"Hi, I love your music. It's really beautiful."
Blizzard blushed but muttered something about practice makes perfect. The girl smiled brightly at him again and looked at the rushing water.
"Could I know your name so that I know who is making such nice music in my forest?"
Now. Blizzard may be socially awkward, but he wasn't stupid. He knew of the Faeries in the forest. He knew that they stole your name and had power on you if you gave them your name.
He'd already thought of a work around when he started playing in the woods.
"I'll only tell you my name after you tell me yours. I have to call you something don't I?"
The girl only laughed and started weaving another flower crown, this time, out of periwinkles, Rosemarys and celosias. It was quite pretty actually.
"My name is Flame." Was all the girl said next. Blizzard smiled.
"And mine is Blizzard."
~~~*~~~
Blizzard became friends with Flame and soon realized that she wasn't actually a fae. It was confirmed when she shapeshifted in front of him. Apparently, her powers included pyrokinesis, shape-shifting, mind reading and teleportation.
However, Flame told him that she personally hated the latter two powers and to please never ask her about them. She also showed him that her tail couldn't actually shift at all so that was where she put her anti-teleportation/mind reading ring.
Blizzard always came to the clearing to play her the flute.
There was always one passage though. In his favorite piece too! it was a piece that calmed him down and it sounded like someone lamenting until a passage where it turned into an apology. He could never get that passage down.
~~~*~~~
Humans are mortal.
Flame is not.
They die.
She doesn't.
She always gets hurt.
She will go to sleep when Blizzard dies.
She will stay that way for a long time.
Long enough for kingdoms to rise and fall.
Long enough for entire ages to go by.
Long enough for times to change and for morals to shift.
Long enough that she will not recognize the world she will wake up in.
She will wake up when her soulmate is born.
And on her back, curled around her body, will be a pair of brilliantly silver and white wings.
And the cycle will begin anew.
The price of her actions will be paid again.