Snow Chapter 1 Let me tell you a short story, a story that revolves around a young prince. He was not very happy... he was often alone with his thoughts. Every night he would wander about the forest in hopes to find a Peace of Mind.. Or a companion for that matter. Animal or person, he didn't care.. He just didn't want to be alone. The prince had a specific spot, under an old oak tree, that he would sit and write. He write #poems and stories of one day meeting a woman who would change his #life. One Autumn evening he walked into the forest, to his usual spot then stopped. Something wasn't right... There was a young woman siting under his tree, or so he thought. He let out a long sigh and walked over and stared at her, the young woman did nothing but glance up at him. The prince did not enjoy this, this was the one spot he found a perfect air flow. It was neither too hot nor cold, he found it perfect and there was someone there. Determined to reclaim his spot, he crossed his arms and cleared his throat. "What?" The young woman glanced at him again. "You're in my spot..." He replied, hopeful. "I don't see your name on it~" The girl paused and glanced around then smirked at him. The boy sighed and rolled his eyes. "This is my spot.. I sketch and write and just think.. Right here.." He tried to explain to her the importance of his "special spot". "There are trees everywhere.." She gestured, "Why does it have to be this exact spot?" She closed her eyes and relaxed with no intent of moving. The boy rubbed his temples. "Why can't you just move?" He huffed. "Why can't you find a different tree to sit under?" She smirked, finding amusement in the boy's frustration. "Fine.." The boy sighed and rubbed his face. After glaring at her for a moment, he turned and walked over to a somewhat distorted tree. Before sitting, he stopped and examined the tree. 'Interesting..' He thought to himself 'It looks kinda like... A hand..' He tilted his head, trying to figure out what the tree resembled most. "What are you doing?" The girl had somehow walked over completely silent and stood behind him. "Gah!" He whipped around, "What the-- When did you..." The boy shook his had and waved it off. "You know what.. I don't care." "Aw. You're funny.. Talking to yourself and staring at trees.." She giggled. "Yeah. Yeah.." He turned and sat down. Feeling her eyes on him, he looked up. "What?" "Whatcha doing?" She smiled and kneeled in front of him. "Uh.. Going to sketch and write something.." He watched her for a moment then opened his sketchbook. Intrigued, she sat and watched him. The boy glanced up, "Can I help you?" The girl put out her arm and grinned. "I'm Snow~ " she giggled softly. Slight confused, the boy responded in a low voice. "Pierce.." He slowly extended his and shook her hand.