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Seth awoke with a start. It was dawn and the dew on the glass panes had frozen in the night and left little crystals that looked similar to veins of a wing. This gave the window a beautiful life like appearance. He breathed heavily as is he came to reality from what he assured himself was a dream. He got up shakily and walked over to his window, and peered out. As he looked through the frosty window of the log and timber farm hut, he found himself wiping his breath from the window which traveled from his mouth as a cloud of vapor and came to rest on the window as a circle of fog. The world outside his uncle's home seemed alien and foreign to him. The entire world had been engulfed and covered with glimmering sheets of white. …show more content…

The only problem was that he was not sure he knew what to be worried about. When He sat down at the breakfast table he grimaced at the porridge in front of him. He sat and barely looked at the food as his cousin devoured his. "What's the matter with you," he said half heartedly, "You haven't even touched your porridge." Seth looked at his cousin pondering for a second. The two of them could not have been closer had they been of the same womb, for they had grown up together, and had always been as brothers. Seth had been given to his Uncle when Brom had just been born. He only knew that his parents were dead, and nothing more of it than that. "Nothing, just tired." said Seth trying to stifle conversation, "I didn't sleep well, I was cold." Luckily for Seth the lie had been enough to end the conversation. This was at least until his uncle entered the room. "Good morning boys," boomed the man with a broad smile on his face, "How are you two this morning?" Seth's uncle was a short tiered looking man. His skin was tuff and freckled from many years of hard labor in the hot sun, and his hands calloused from blisters that came from rigorous farm work. His hair, beard, and other facial hair were a dull grey. The only features on the man that portrayed his youthful spirit were his eyes. They were a bright blue and glimmered with the passion of a young man. He walked across the room to the fireplace, swung the kettle of Porridge away from the open

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