I was jolted awake by the temperature of my body. It was sunrise and it was snowing. The cold air froze my skin.

I woke up with all my muscles hurting because of the cold. My leg was frozen and I could barely feel it. My gloves hand, I could feel, but it wasn't better. I sat up with pain and tried to get up. Damion saw me and hurried to help me up. Every second was painful. Physically painful.

I can't believe that I slept outside, in the cold, where I was free near to anything!

I was hyperventilating and catching my breath from the rush of fear that I had to have to wake me up.

I close my eyes and sighed. "Hey, are you okay?" Damion asked, clearly worried. All I did was nodded and walked into my house which was also very cold but not as much. I shook off the snow from my body and went to my bed and grabbed a blanket.

I took the blanket and went back into the mechanic lab. I scooted a chair to the table and put the blanket on it. I sat on top of the blanket and cocooned myself in the blanket. The only thing that wasn't covered was my head and my arms.

I am really tired, but isn't everyone when they wake up? Thought so.

I picked up my pencil and slid the multitude of papers that I was working on for the idea for the bow. I started to work on it again.

A couple minutes later, Damion walked in really annoyed. I ignored him and continued to scribble down the formulas for the added mass on the bow, along with the aerodynamics of the bow and how the arrow of the bow will be weighed down and how I could get around that.

It was all so simple, yet oh, so complicated. I so many things wrong many times. And just by my sear knowledge, I knew if I got it wrong.

Damion came over and slammed his hand on the cold table. That startled me and I dropped my pencil. I looked up, and now I was annoyed! My hand supported my head and my other hand was tapping on the medal. Damion looked extremely angry.

"Really? So you are just going to startle yourself awake, not say anything at all, pretend to be okay, and then start working for the rest of the day? You don't even dare to talk to me! You just get up and start slaving over a paper, stupid paper! What the hell are you accomplishing?" He yelled. He was enraged. He was using his hands and was walk around the room.

I hummed in a questioned tone and picked back up my pencil and started working again. I answered him quietly and plainly. "Survival." My face was blank and I was scribbling again. I could barely even read or tell what I was putting down. I guess this is getting a bit overboard.

I stopped writing and knitted my eyebrows together. "And what about the make-up you have on. Does that damage your skin to keep on make-up for a long time?" He asks. He was now tapping his foot on the ground and sighed.

I looked up to him and said, "I don't wear make-up." His eyebrows rose, rolled his eyes, and he scoffed. "Yes, you do! The make-up you have on your face and leg. That has to be make-up." He said, pointing my me with is other hand tucked into his pointed arm.

I shake my head, giving him a questioned look. "It looks like you don't have an eye and your leg is a different color!" He explained. I laughed a bit and said: "I don't wear makeup. I have a prosthetic leg and I'm actually missing a part of my face." I looked at my paper again and started writing again.

"That's impossible. In both kingdoms, that it is illegal to be missing any body part!" I stopped writing once again and looked straight ahead. I then looked at him. "Why?"

"Those people cost money and healthcare! They also are pure evil! Haven't you heard? Those amputatees led the demons into war with us, which led to war with the other kingdom! I can only can off the war if someone from the other kingdom, that I deem worth, marries me." He explained.

I was mortified by what he said. Not all of us are bad... None of us are bad people! My embarrassment turned into a streaming rage. I stop writing and pushed myself up. I looked at him with crazed eyes. "I'm sorry, not all of us are born perfect! And a lot of us weren't even born like this." His face is swimming with shock.

"People can be born with everything attached and to later lose something. People sacrifice themselves, whether it's war, an attack, or just by plain accident! You know what? It's kind of like you!" I walk over to him and start to push him into the entrance room. "You gain something essential and with one wrong move," I push him to the door and open it, "you can lose it." I shove him out the door and slam the flimsy ting closed. Surprisingly it didn't break.

He didn't leave so I decided to grab my gun, load it, and point it to the door. He opened the door ever-so-slightly and peaks his head in to pull it back again.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. You don't have to shoot me!" I narrow my eyes at the sound of his pleading voice. "This isn't Something oh can fix with an "I'm sorry." I don't think you know how long I have been ridiculed because of how I look and I am done with hearing the taunts and the hateful remarks!" I yell furiously. Like I am ever going to forgive a dumb fuck like him. No chance.

I can feel him walking away and I sigh. I put down my gun and continue with my day. It was normal and peaceful. It feels way better without him here. I'm happy with my decision. No regrets. None at all. I should probably stop, I'm jinxing myself.

I go out to hunt, something small. A rabbit, an owl, a raccoon, or at biggest, a fox. Either one would do. I settled for a rabbit again.

I ate, looked at the stars, prayed to no one, as usual. Today I felt especially jumpy, so I got up and danced around the burning fire. The moves were created as I went. I jumped, twirled, and spun. I laughed and fueled the fire with the waving wind from my body.

I didn't feel alone. I felt like I was dancing with a hundred other people, all laughing, hand in hand, dancing in circles. Soon that thought became a vision that my mind had tricked my eyes into seeing. Some people had their arms linked with each other, forming a giant circle around the fire. Others danced alone in the night. I danced alone.

I could see familiar faces and faces I have never known. They were all dancing to forget, dancing to forget the pain and their suffering of normality in life. We wake up, eat, sleep, survive. It's the same pattern that can be broken with a dance of a thousand strangers forgetting worry and fear of another, forgetting safety and survival, and just spinning and laughing. It's beautiful. No violence, no conflict, no sadness, no bitterness, just smiles and laughter.

For hours the vision danced and danced. The snow fluttering down like time had slowed in a rain pour. The moon was at its brightest and the stars up above joined in with the dance. The living stars and the dead ones. We all forgot the social norms and our social classes, who does what and what goes to who, we just do what think and no one will be able to tell us otherwise.

The fire flames bigger and bigger the happier the crowd got until a hateful wind busted though, putting out the raging fire instantly and making me lose my balance. As I fell into the snow, the vision of the crowd went away and back to worry we went. And by "we", I mean "I". Back to violence, back to caring, back to enforcing who does what and what we do. Back to the normality.

I close my eyes and breath. I open them back up and get up. The vision is gone. Happiness has faded from the air. I went inside and went to sleep. Another day to waste, another day to work.