• The coldness of the winter was nothing now. His fur gave him protection against it. His stomach rumbled from hunger. He walked toward his house and broke down the door. His father grabbed a shotgun, but had it ripped from his hands anonymously.
    "What the-" he said.
    "What is it father? Are you surprised? I told you that you were wrong. I warned you not to mistrust the winter magic. But no. You continued to rant on about it not being real. To come inside and be weak like you. And now it's about time you regretted your decisions father!"
    He then picked up his father by the throat and held him against the wall. Just staring him in the eye. Watching him slowly die before his eyes. His mother screamed in horror. When his father finally died he let go and his father dropped to the ground.
    "What are you?" His mother said.
    He simply chuckled and said"Don't you recognize me mother? Of course not! Why you don't recognize me is because your looking at the new world. My world!"