The plains were devoid of all life in the wake of the oncoming storm. The dark clouds rolled and boiled overhead, and the long grass waved merrily in a quickly forming gust of wind.
Suddenly, a spark formed, close to the ground.
It danced playfully along the tips of the grass, jumping deftly from one blade to the next. It spun and pirouetted in the gale.
Then, consciousness.
Slowly, the spark came to a halt, then, gradually, expanded outwards. As the clouds overhead grumbled and crackled, the spark grew and solidified into a form that almost resembled a human toddler, albeit the strange markings on the face and wing-like structures hovering near the back. It looked skyward, as the first drops of rain began to fall.
Who am I? Its voice echoed over the empty plains. As its first words took form, another consciousness awakened.
Who do you want to be? The voice, decidedly feminine, spoke into the creatures mind. A strange, yet warm presence surrounded it. Startled by the sudden intrusion, the creature jumped several inches into the air, before looking around for the source of the voice. Finding nothing, he called out timidly.
Who are you?
My name is Mari, the voice answered gently.
I'm your guardian spirit.
The creature was startled by this proclamation. But, as her warm spirit enveloped it in a semi embrace, its trepidations began to fall away.
You're here for me? All the time? it asked, wonderment in his voice.
Always and forever, she answered firmly. The creature nodded, accepting this. Then he felt an urge to return to his original enquiry.
Could you tell me who I am? Mari rippled with laughter.
That hasn't been decided yet, kid. But I'm sure that you could be whoever you wanted to.
It frowned, obviously not satisfied with the answer. Mari, if she had still had a mouth, would have smiled at the perplexed expression.
Would you like to start with a name? she asked. It looked up, hopeful.
We will call you Snow from now on. And someday, you will change the world.