Dear Ms Lady Demigod: Twelve Days To Doom

5 3 Finland Farfetched

My bare feet touch the snow back on their ice way. My skin looks as white as the snow, my lips as red as blood. My icy blue eyes wander through the landscape as I see nothing but fog around. The waterfall of life falls into a huge pond, I put the my clothes on my fresh and tiny body and look at my white nails, mother would be angry if I were to keep them at such horrendous lengths, I think as I look at my cuticle, barely extending above my skin. I rub it against the ice-covered rock which erodes them. It's been a few months since I had seen the sun, but it was light. Light is always there. I have never known darkness my entire life. And that was what I supposed it would be. 

Because I was a creature of light.
I was a demigod.

My tiny feet leave behind light imprints as I walk over the fresh snow, happy little steps. Happy, happy little songs and celebrations of unknown revelries. And I wish my destination would never arrive because I'm submerged in childish daydreams of things that'll never reach me. But they keep me alive. I run across miles, full of love, I run into a castle of ice.

I see trees growing through the walls in a pattern, tamed by magic and I see my mother, dressed in her long, red silk gown, shining in the white castle. Her skin is white, her hair is black. She has my eyes, and so do my brothers who have red books in their hands and they look at me. And I realise, "I forgot my book," 

And I am late. 

Mother smiles, and a skinny woman suddenly appeared before me. That was Mrs Fitzgerald. Very tall and very thin, she reminded me of tree branches. Her skin was a disgusting shade of pink and she was always dressed in white like a decapitated bride. Her lips were white and her eyes were white, just like her hair. Her belly was huge and protruded out of her bony frame. She grabbed me by my arms and pulled me into another room, making me stand with my other brothers who had also forgotten their red books.

"Stand and listen!" She commanded and we obeyed since ears couldn't be closed and the day was too bright to be studying anyway.  
"Casper," I looked at my brother who claimed to be a man, he was in the age when boys attain a sense of self-respect and dignity. And I looked up to him greatly because he could ride a polar bear and had tamed fifteen of them by now! I wanted to be just like him when I grew up. He had black hair, white skin and blue eyes just like mine. His eyes rolled down at my shrinking figure.

He smiled at me.
I smiled with my irregular teeth peeping like windows through a cave, "Can I ride your bear?"
He nodded and patted my head. Then, I turned to my other brother, Julius. He was no older than Casper, but he didn't like animals. He, in fact, was fond of warfare and was a master of the bow and arrow. I wanted to be just like him when I grew up! "Julius!" I whispered, "When do we fight the ogres next? I will come with you!"

"You are too young for war, dear brother," He said with the most polite gestures of voice and habit. But I was not convinced. It would be no time before I grew tall like them, how would that make any difference? Then, I looked at Edlus. I was about to initiate a conversation with my favourite big brother when mother interrupted me with a rebuke, "Nataniel!"

I shuddered as I saw her red figure approaching. Her shoes clanked as she walked on the ice floor and her icy eyes stopped at me, "Impudent child! You dare come late for your prayers and then you don't listen to what I preach!"
"Mother, I was merely engaging in undeferential banter-"
"Silence!" She slapped my face and grabbed me by my hair, throwing me on the floor. My face hit the cold ice and my forehead began bleeding. It hurts. I get up, balancing myself on her dress but she kicks me, and yet again, I fall into my doom.

"Twelve days, you wretch, I spent twelve days to make you! Do not, young boy, disappoint me. Because if my hands can give you life, then they can take it away too," Her eyes are big and round, her face is all lines and angles, its sharp and ghastly. I wait for her to leave and as she moves along, she continues to teach. I feel alone, with all my brothers there, I feel alone.