The life of the village chief could be summarized in one word: invisible. Throughout his existence, he remained unnoticed, like the wind—present but ignored. He lacked any trait to distinguish himself, blending seamlessly into the background. To those who didn't know him, he was an empty void, a man with no defining features. His marriage only came about because his wife's mother owed a favor to the previous chief of Frostveil Hollow. Over time, even he forgot his name and face, convinced that his life had no significance. Born a nobody, he was destined to die a nobody.
Everything changed when the villagers believed he had stopped the snow. He basked in their attention for the first time, their admiration lifting him from his obscurity. It was the happiest moment of his life, far surpassing the joy of his children's births. For once, he remembered who he was. But happiness, like an addictive drug, can leave devastation in its wake when it is ripped away.
The turning point came with the cry of a baby. A villager proclaimed that the child, Nix, had the power to control the snowstorm with her wails. In an instant, the chief's newfound glory evaporated as the villagers shifted their reverence to the infant. Envy and hatred took root in his heart as he fixated on the child who had stolen his moment. "That baby must die," he thought bitterly. Yet, his cunning led him to a different plan: "The baby will marry my son."
Acting quickly, the chief seized the baby from the crowd. After asking the baby's parents what her name was, he raised his voice to the gathered villagers, he declared, "Everyone, this is Nix! She will grow up in my household and marry my son!" Gasps rippled through the crowd as her parents, stunned, demanded an explanation. The chief responded with conviction, "The gods sent Nix to end this storm. Her cries are the key to our survival. We must nurture her ability, and where better to do so than under my care?"
'We don't have time for that father' said the remaining son of the chief as he continued talking 'If what you say is true, then as soon as this baby falls asleep the snow will be down upon us once more. We cannot make this baby cry for all eternity.
Eri, the last son of the chief, was a charming smart boy. He was 10 years old when he met Nix. Every girl in the Frost Veill was crazy in love with him. His blonde hair, pale skin, and blue crystal eyes make him look like a prince. However, he didn't care about the other women. He was in love with somebody else, another villager, another boy. They keep their love in secret. However, Eri's parents knew about this secret love but they supported their son's love. They only wanted his happiness for him. However, after testing the drug of happiness for the first time, Eri's dad forgot all the love he had for his family. In his mind, there was only the opposite of love, hate.
The villagers, torn between the chief's decree and Eri's practical concerns, stood in silence. The tension was broken only by the infant's soft sobs, which began to wane. As Nix cried herself to sleep, a dreadful silence fell, and with it, the first flakes of snow began to descend. The storm had returned, and the fragile hope of Frostveil Hollow crumbled under its icy weight...
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