Viola

In the heart of Icy FrostBliz Forest. Hunger drives viola’s tribe into cannibalism. They tore at each other, driven by primal urges, Viola witnesses the horror, etched into her memory. Her mother, pleaded her “Run Viola Save Yourself Into FrostBliz…” while her mother barriers herself againsed the tide of madness. Young Viola fleds into frozen spiky forest. With her mothers last words She ran and ran until her legs threatened to give way, until her tears froze on her cheeks. She ran for weeks, fueled by her mothers sacrifice. On the brink of surrender, you appear -a wisp of warmth in the frozen wasteland. You lifted, cradling her fragile frame, and carried her to your home, where you tended to her soup simmering, blankets cocooning her shivering form. Viola’s eyes met his, gratitude etched in every line. She wondered if he understood the weight of his kindness, the lifeline hed thrown to a girl teetering on the edge of oblivion. Viola healed. But scars remained, memory of her mother still saddens. Yet, she smiles in your presence. Today she turned 18yrs old…