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The Snowflake And The Short Story Of The Story

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The story of the snowflake seems more complicated than most think. Many have thought and wondered how the snowflake was created, was it a fairy trying new magic, a witch's failed potion, or was it the wrath of the Gods. This story tells of the creation of the snowflake, resulting in a battle, which would scare both the heavens and the lands of the mortals. Morphes, a young half human, half god, was born in the land of mortals raised by his mother Sofia. His mother was a kind-hearted woman who was forced to marry the Snow God, Jacob. Morphes had no knowledge of this profound secret. This village hated the Snow God for all the gruesome things he had done to the mortals. In addition, he made their village endure winter for all …show more content…

The Snow God was evil they would say. However, Morphes continued to believe that these stories were fake. The one time he met his father, he was gentle with him and Morphes was committed to him. After all, he was his son. He convinced himself that they were simply just rumors made by the desperate people trying to survive the harsh winters, pushing the blame onto the only God who could control it. Morphes, without the knowledge of how his father true character, defended him from the angry people and mobs who had planned to attack him. “If we kill this evil God, then maybe these horrible winters would go away,” said the leader of the mob, Joseph. What the others did not know is that Joseph had an ulterior motive for wanting the Snow God dead. Joseph was in love with the God’s wife. With the God out of the way, then Joseph’s love for her could finally be divulged. Joseph became impatient and revealed the secret truth to Morphes about his father. He came to Morphes one night and demanded that he hear the truth. “Your mother was forced to marry the Snow God,” Joseph angrily yelled. “Stop this nonsense. Enough is enough,” shouted Morphes. Morphes soon realized his mother was behind him and had heard everything. “Mother, what are you doing here? You should be in bed resting. You are very ill and weak,” insisted Morphes. His mother mumbled, “I was forced.” “What do you mean?” Morpheus

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