Impossible to Find

Prologue

The night was as hollow as the trunk of a fallen tree, and as deadly as a viper's poison coated fangs. The air dropped to the temperature of the Ice Kingdom, though no clumps of snow drifted from the darkened clouds. The wind was sifting the tall grasses side to side with ghostly fingers, searching for nothing.

Lurking in the gloom, the lone, motionless figure loomed silently in the greenery, only watching it sway back and forth around their knees. Hands shoved in pockets, shoulders hunched, sanguine eyes squeezed shut. Their inky mass of hair took flight with the breeze, blooming with each breath of the weather.

The axe-bass strung across their back, the small notebook that held their darkest secrets, and the clothes they wore were the only things they had- these were the only things they could take. A certain childhood memorabilia would be among their few possessions if they hadn't misplaced their trust in old relations; wasn't that one of their reasons?

They let out a low, lengthy sigh that froze in the air they were living in. No roof above their head, no walls to keep them locked inside, no floor to separate them from the earth. Wasn't this the way they wanted, or were supposed to live?

They knelt down in the field, falling into the fetal position. Miles from another soul, decades from another chance. They fear if they cry, the tears will not stop raining down.

The thoughts that made their ways into their head again are the same as the last time. What will their new name be? What will their new personality be? Where will they go?

Their hand clenched in, trying to remember the texture of the fabric of their only real friend. That's like wishing for rain as they stand in a desert.

The wind crashed into their side with enough force to send them to their elbows, scrawled out on the ground. The icy pricks of the tiny pebbles on their skin make no difference to them as they rested down even further on the terrain. They cradled their head in their arms, trying to forget completely of what they were leaving behind.

What was their reason?

Their goal was to disappear, to vanish one night and hopefully never return. Their objective was to dissolve, leaving everything behind so they could start over somewhere new as someone else. The only obstacle they faced was themselves. And there's definitely a chance with overcoming that, because it always ends well when you abandon the people who you thought depended on you.

But what was their reason?

With every mile they flew, a heartstring was plucked mercilessly- the only thing that kept them going was the voice telling them it was for the better. What could be worse?

Within a few years, all the people they knew- or thought they knew – would forget all about them, their face would fade like a dream, their name something hard to come by again, their home would crumble and decay along with who they were.

With one quick movement, they forced themselves up from the ground and into the air from fear of falling behind the rising sun. They weren't far enough away from their past, they feared they never would be no matter how far they threw themselves ahead.

Do they even have a reason?

They had to make themselves impossible to recover if they were to be able to start again. Maybe that time around they won't make the same perfect mistake.

The aching in their chest grew with each mile away from Ooo, the yearning to turn around nearly conquered, the pain nearly tore them apart.

What a perfect mistake we're hoping they'll make.