In the Beginning...

When he opened his eyes, all he saw was the moon. The large, glowing surface shining down on him, willing him to wake up. He was lying in the snow, alone and in the woods. It was cold. So cold.

He shouted at the luminescent orb, demanding answers.'Your name is Nicholas, Nicholas St. North.' The voice was like a whisper from the wind in his head.

But that was it.

He heard no more.

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