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Everyone who has received a snow fairy figurine has noticed something is…off about their daily routine. They tend to head to bed a little earlier than normal and to sleep in later than normal. Regardless of their typical taste buds, and the weather outside, they seem to be cold things to eat and drink. Not to mention their energy levels seem to be low but that may just be all the shivering or the time change as surely there is enough sleep to be had.

The Snow Fairy figurines have also been extra peculiar as of late. With a beautiful gleam, they almost look as though they’re made of real ice whenever light touches their translucent forms. They never seem to be in the same place as they're left in and their poses seem different than they were the day before. While they look life-like, they surely aren't...right?


Sleep was something he’d always been close to, a comfort when he’d needed it and a hiding place from his home when needed, it was something he’d always enjoyed. He had learned to sleep less so he could attend college and work, he was still grateful to Jett for giving him a job, but he’d almost been late a few times for work. He had, without a doubt, been late for his classes though thankfully he wasn't the only one. Even his professor had been late to his own class.

His alarm was slept through, each time, as he lay snuggled up into his warm bedding dreaming of that female from the maze. The figure in the middle. Staring at him and so life like. When he woke he’d often find the figurines he had, he hadn’t sent his sisters off yet, in different places from where he’d put them the evening before. Not only were they in different places but their poses were different - he was sure of it!

He hadn’t said anything to anyone, he didn’t want to worry Jason or Nischal...or anyone else for that matter. Everyone was getting ready for Christmas and he didn’t want to worry them over what was surely a mistake by him. They were figurines...not living things so they couldn’t, and didn’t, move. He knew it wasn’t a lack of sleep causing him to see things which weren’t true, or think things which weren’t true, because he was turning in early and sleeping in late - too late.

This afternoon was another one of those horrible times he had to drag himself from bed, still half asleep, and shuffle about his room before making for the bathroom. Along the way he did stop and stare at the two statues for a moment, or two, they seemed to gleam under the light coming in front his window. Though he hadn’t placed them near the window the night before, they’d been on the other side of his room. He was sure of it, very sure, but he had to be wrong.

Shaking his head, to clear it of such thoughts, he went to take a cool shower, ignore the fact he was shivering the whole time, and he went to get a cold glass of juice to drink before getting himself dried off and dressed in his room. That was another thing, aside from his off sleeping habits, he’d been drinking and eating a lot of cold things and taking cooler and cooler showers. It didn't matter that it was cold out or that he was shivering either. He just...did it. He didn’t know why but it was like a craving of sorts.

Something was going on with himself, at the very least, and he knew it. He just….he couldn’t bother others and worry them. They were all getting ready for the holidays and he didn’t want to voice his worries to them, or seem to be a pain in the a** somehow, he would figure it out or at least he’d work through it and get better. He’d not even mentioned it to his family over skype. He really didn’t want to worry them, he was sure if he worried his grandparents they’d find a way to Destiny City to watch over him and make sure he was ok. He didn’t want to force them to travel all the way from China to here.

As he finished getting dressed he hurried off, he was again late for classes, he knew his professor was likely to be late as well...but no need to arrive after they did - right?


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