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rainbowfic2023-06-16 06:09 pm
The Snow Angels
Color: Angel Cake
Story: Wildfrost+
Styles: Saturation (Angel Cake), Mosaic (Wildfrost), Chiaroscuro, Diptych, one of the pieces is a miniature does that count?
Notes: this is going to be tagged wildfrost on Ao3 but it only uses the setting lol
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there's suicide in it
It was the day Snowshine thought she would die. Snow ever filling her vision, enemies surrounding her at all angles- her team had already been taken down, already gave their lives protecting her.
But then an angel had appeared. She was beautiful, pale as a ghost, with wings made out of snow, a halo of shining light atop her beautiful black hair.
The monsters- shade creatures that were most certainly new, ghostly wisps of vague shapes resembling the snoofs and sneezles she had seen at Snowdwell- ran off. (Snowshine could have sworn that she saw a gazi-shape not unlike her own gazi.)
"Thank you..." Snowshine trembled, kneeling. "Thank you!"
"... Follow..." The angel muttered, and walked.
Snowshine stumbled to her feet and ran after, forgetting about the corpses of her companions littered around her.
She couldn't see the angel anymore, but she knew in her heart that she needed to keep going.
Needed to follow.
"This isn't the path to the guardian!"
"What are you planning?" Rachel- a strange name if Snowshine thought so, but what the pale girl with blonde hair introduced herself as- asked.
"Yip!" The white gazi let out, walking alongside Rachel's feet.
"Hey now, Fluffy!" Rachel wagged her finger. "Careful! Something might get us if you keep barking! This isn't like home!"
"What's that?" Asked the gnome Snowshine didn't even bother asking the name of, pointing a finger the color of the wooden clunkers the Clunkmasters were named for.
Before them stood another angel. She had pink hair, tied at the end, and skin as pale as the snowstorm barrage that pelted our crew. Her wings were small, yet still showed that she was an angel.
Snowshine smiled. Rachel flinched. Fluffy started to growl. The gnome straight up bolted.
"... Loyal..." The angel smiled. "...Come... Join..."
Rachel spat in her face. "No!"
The angel paused. "... Snowshine."
So the angel knew her name?
"... This creature..." She gestured to Fluffy. "... Must... Become one with snow..."
Before she could even realize it...
... Snowshine was holding a corpse in one hand and a bloodied sword in the other.
The snow cushioned the sound of Fluffy's limp body falling from her hands.
"... Fluffy?" Tears leaked from Rachel's eyes. "... Fluffy!" She snarled. "You... You killed my fucking dog-"
"One with snow." The words were repeating in Snowshine's mind, drowning out even screams and the sounds of her sword piercing flesh- the sounds of bones cracking- the sounds of- the sounds, the sounds, the sounds, the sounds-
Snowshine walked towards her destination. The snow was a perfect white.
She stopped to make a snow angel. The snow will make the red stains one with it.
She got up, cleansed. The snow is incorruptible. The snow is the snow is the snow-
"The snow is-"
"Kid," the sn- shop manager spat. "All the snow is good for is immobilizing your enemies so they can't fuckin' kick your sorry ass."
Snowshine cracked a smile on her pale face and the little stars dotted among her cheeks seemed to glow ever so faintly as she spoke. "...The angels came to me to share the truth." She took a breath. "Snow is perfection. It is pure. Become one with the snow, and-"
"You'll fucking die, snowhair." The shopkeep flicked said white hair, hair so perfect as it was the shade of lovely, lovely snow...
"Why don't I show you what it's like?"
Again, the words drowned out the sounds, the sounds, the sounds, the sounds-
(She got a rather huge discount, at least.)
The snow is purifying. Snowshine thought, bathing away the red in her outfit with it.
The snow was pure. White, the color of angels. White, the color of heavens. Such was why the angels were told as having white wings, white as snow- because they were snow, beautiful, beautiful snow...
The snow was pure. The snow brings bliss. The snow brings salvation. The snow will save you.
The snow was not something to fear.
The snow was pure.
The snow was holy.
The sky brought snow, but it was not holy.
The snowstorm was merely the heavens descending down infinitely.
Every step Snowshine took was a step on the floors of heaven.
She looked up at the sky. How long has she been walking?
Red all over her outfit. She could still remember how the voice drowned out the sounds, the sounds, the sounds, the sounds-
She kept walking.
Snowshine could see a scene up ahead. An angel with wings that blotted out the sun... and a redhead girl that seemed to be... arguing? With an angel? Why?!
"Ruby..." The angel had long messy mint hair. "J-"
"You're not her!" Ruby yelled, hitting(!?) the angel with a familiar purple magic. "You're not Mint!" She turned around and pointed to another angel. "And that's not Sapphire!"
The angel boy had messy short blue hair, and he smiled and sung a song.
Ruby covered her ears. "No! I won't fall for you using his voice this way! Whatever you are, you aren't the two I loved!"
"One with snow."
Ruby turned to see Snowshine. "Hey! Run away! Get away from me!" Ruby swung, hitting Snowshine in the face- when did she get that close?- and inflicting that same purple demonize hex.
Snowshine blinked.
"Ruby..." The "Mint" angel- Angels do not have names, they are too perfect, too holy, too godly - smiled. "Snowshine, make her-"
"One with snow."
The sounds, the sounds, the sounds, the sounds, and the angel girl's wings that blot out the sky, and the angel boy's holy, ever so holy singing that drowned out the sounds, the sounds, the sounds, the sounds-
Dig, dig, dig- she'll awaken as an angel, with wings so grand to bring eternal night alongside the holy cold- they'll all wake up as angels- Lil' Pinkberry and Rasi and Sundim- Rachel and the shopkeep- Everyone, everyone-
Everyone will wake up as angels. Everyone will wake up with holy wings.
Everyone.
Everyone.
Everyone.
Up ahead, Snowshine saw a trio of people and a tiny gazi sleeping around a campfire.
Fire. Fire was unholy. Fire melted snow. If it weren't for fire...
Fire birthed suffering. Fire... Hell is said to be filled with it for a reason.
There is only peace within the cold and snow.
Snowshine tossed some snow upon the fire, killing the unholy thing.
She turned her attention to the beings around it.
One with snow.
(The sounds, the sounds, the sounds, the sounds-)
The second time she sees someone attack an angel is when she sees someone poison one.
Before she could realize it, the words she was saying drowned out the sounds, the sounds, the sounds, the sounds- a hit of poison- the demonization flaring up to make that first bout oh-so painful- before the body fell into the snow.
Feeling sick and dizzy- and five seconds away from kneeling over- she opened up a vial of pinkberry juice, and began drinking, hoping the healing properties could help with her spinning stomach.
The poisoned angel smiled at her. "... Protector..." She touched a hand to Snowshine's head, and Snowshine could feel the poison fading out of her body.
"... Thank you." She kneeled.
Under snow, all surfaces are the same.
But people defy it. Scraping the holy grounds of Heaven off of each and every lake, as if it did not turn the waters soild and walkable.
Snowshine knew better, of course. She stayed on the holy snow.
But the ice showed her one thing. Her hazel eyes had become a holy white.
Still, she did not stray from the path.
A Shademancer was nearby.
Snowshine knew this because she saw one of the shades they sent out to scout.
Crack!
She looked down at her sword, straight in the middle between the broken mask.
She kept walking.
... Was that... Trumpeting?
She looked to see the very hilarious- and honestly, if she were someone else, all of Snowdwell would hear of it- image of a Shademancer trying to use a trumpet with their mask.
The next sight she saw was the sight of her having stabbed the fucker in the chest, red staining her sword.
She left them to become one with snow, and kept walking.
"To the heavens, falling down to us..." Snowshine sung. "To the snow that buries us and makes us one with it... One with heaven..."
"One with snow and one with heaven..." sung an angel with skin the color of faded wood.
"Angel..." Snowshine took a breath. "To you whose wings are made of heaven itself..." She kneeled.
The angel pat her head.
"You are holy..." Snowshine spoke. "You are holy, and perfect, and... one with snow..."
The snow is heavenly.
The snow is heaven itself.
The snow is-
-You dare misuse heaven against an angel?!
Before she could realize what she was doing, Snowshine swung.
But the mishandler swung back, immobilizing her with such holy snow-
"One with snow..." Snowshine mumbled.
"Why?!" The girl spat at her. "Why do you obey these things?! They only want death! Don't you see?!"
"One with snow..." The angel said. "Disobey and you will become..."
"Shut up!" The girl shouted at the angel. "Shut up, shut up, shut-"
Snowshine swung.
One with snow.
Nobody spoke about the angels until the Wildfrost came, until the heavens rained down and brought them.
At first, they brought inspiration. People thought they would defeat the Guardian, and they sung of such.
Paintings of angels littered walls.
That was, until someone had came back, speaking lies and slander. Telling people to avoid the angels.
But after one had saved her, it would be rather ungrateful of Snowshine to shun them, wouldn't it?
Her destination wasn't long now.
Snowshine walked upon the trail of heaven, faithful.
Perhaps someone else would see what she was doing as meaningless, as a waste of time, time that could have been spent chasing after the Frost Guardian...
But Snowshine knew. She knew that she needed to do this. She knew she needed to walk this trail.
The faces of the people she brought salvation to all blur together into one.
She needed to keep walking. She needed to keep going. She needed to keep-
The sounds, the sounds- "One with snow." her mouth spoke as she- the sounds, the sounds-
The angels know everything. The angels know every name and every secret, every moment of birth and every moment of death.
They saw when Snowshine was born and when she will die, as they did for her Lil' Pinkberry, and for Rasi and Sundim as well.
The angels know everything. Their divinity shows everywhere. It shows in their wings made out of heavens and their snow white eyes. It shows in their minds- the inner workings too complicated for Snowshine herself or any other non-angel, but once she becomes one with snow she'll understand, she'll become one with heaven itself-
She just needed to keep going.
Snow stained with blood, but the corpse will rise and awaken as an undying angel.
The snow is holy. It awakens corpses as angels, as holy beings with holy wings and holy hearts, skin cold like holy snow.
Everyone- every corpse buried in the snow- will awaken and raise as an angel.
Now, she needs to keep going. She's almost there.
And even Snowshine may not look directly upon God.
She knelt upon arriving, and the angels all gazed upon her, all gracing her with their presence.
"... Rest now..."
She crumpled to the ground, before forcing herself up, shaking.
"...Why...?"
"I don't..." Her trembling body reached for her sword. "Want to wait..."
She pulled it out unsteadily- How long ago was her last meal? Her last rest?- and stabbed herself in the chest, the impact causing her to take a sharp breath, the wisps of it visible around her mouth.
Still shaking, she pulled it out, her own blood coating the blade. An angel softly took it, and she collapsed, her blood staining the snow.
It didn't matter.
Snowshine closed her eyes and became one with snow.
One with snow.
(My body walks a path
I do not know.)
One with snow.
(Covered in bloodstains,
yet I do not sorrow.)
One with snow.
(The red flow...)
One with snow.
(The place I must go.)
One with snow.
(Repay savior from woe.)
One with snow.
(So I show.)
Sword up high.
Ready to die.
Then I'll fly.
Touch the sky.
(One with snow.)
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To answer your question, no, this does not count as a miniature. That's an individual story that is 100 words or less. You can do a miniature collection, which is a series of linked miniatures, but each section must be 100 words or less.
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