
The world has been cold for decades. The snow just keeps falling, on an on. The ice remains on the streets, vehicles unable to function correctly with such degrees of ice. It had happened gradually, until the snow came and covered the world in its cold blanket. The snow, once the essence of joy and peace, bred chaos. The sun was unable to warm the Earth enough to melt the snow. However, it never did.
.I N. .THE. .E N D.

It would take
FIFTEEN YEARS.
All FALLING ILL first,
before they would RISE.
Accompanied by the poem that would be written throughout the world,
"The snow covers all,
Six shall be born in the months of ice,
and save those who took the blunt of humanity's fall,
their powers shall suffice.
One of the sun, One to fix those with memories broken,
Another who speaks with words unspoken,
One that sees the truths ahead,
One who can calm those who have not passed, one to lead on to a brighter day,
And one, of the moon, whose choice shall give them or send all six to the world of the dead.
FIFTEEN YEARS.
All FALLING ILL first,
before they would RISE.
Accompanied by the poem that would be written throughout the world,
"The snow covers all,
Six shall be born in the months of ice,
and save those who took the blunt of humanity's fall,
their powers shall suffice.
One of the sun, One to fix those with memories broken,
Another who speaks with words unspoken,
One that sees the truths ahead,
One who can calm those who have not passed, one to lead on to a brighter day,
And one, of the moon, whose choice shall give them or send all six to the world of the dead.









