I felt very strange today. I felt that with my thirteen cycles of the moon, times, people, even society would change. I had outgrown the aquarium of the small fish - from now on I was allowed to swim in the shark tank, was allowed to assert myself again and again against the alpha animals, to consider myself safe, only to be on the run from them again.

But my mission had nothing to do with it. I was supposed to take a scroll from one village to another with my team. My goal was the water kingdom, the place where the big sharks and the little fish held their fins during the ebb and flow of the tide. I came from the realm of lightning - electronic tension flowed inside me instead of blood. My whole body was so tense that I could hear my heartbeat rushing in my ears. Now I could even feel my heart beating with every breath - I felt the air wander through my body and my senses were cleared to the finest. The four of us had come, but now I was the only one left. My comrades had left a telltale trail in the snow - small rubies, large cherries, all of that was behind me on the way. The blood of my companions polluted the white snow - now it looks stained and purple.

"Stopped."
A blink of an eye - then it's like I'm trapped in fog. I try to crack the fog cocoon with my chakra energy. To do this, I direct lightning in every direction, but the result is that I harm myself. I lie there, writhing and gagging - on the floor of innocence, pausing in the meager rest of my life.
My attacker is radical, but not inhuman. When he sees that I don't have much longer to live, he gives me the act of grace. My body can be lured out of the last, electrical jerks. One last time I dance to the melody of death.

Then it is quiet. Then it's cold. Little snowflakes cover the red sprinkles on the ground, they and me try to cover up. As my mind ascends to heaven, I see my twisted body lying there - hands empty, rolled eyes and heart dead.

If I had tried hard, I would have managed to put the white lilies on my parents' grave for another year and give myself presents because they can no longer do it. I would have managed to celebrate Christmas with my friends. I would be in their midst, would see them laughing and joking and would be able to prepare them for the snow-covered dead who was once alive in their midst ...