It was by far the coldest day in heaven that year, the first snowfall they'd had in centuries. A boy no older than eight was trampling through the fresh powder. "Matt, did you see that!" he called out excitedly to the nearby guard who only gave him a soft chuckle. The boy had built a poor excuse for a snowman, but he was happy nonetheless. He had been training day in and day out since he had turned four. The boy's father pressuring him into a life of royalty and responsibility. "Ashton, be careful not to fall." The guard chuckled, his coal-black hair falling just in front of hazel eyes. The little boy shook off beads of snow that clung to his silvery white hair, now messy and wet. "I'll be okay, I promise!" he called back, before pushing a larger snowball onto an icy pond. Ashton giggled ecstatically as it rolled across the surface, soon to stop in the middle. With a few courageous steps, he carefully slid across the surface himself, pushing
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