My Lunar Tale

I was cold. It however did not matter much to me. I had grown quite used to being chilled to my bones. Of course what I felt had nothing to do with feeling a chill. Rather I was always cold since I am not human. But all of this will be explained in due time as I recount my memories to you. I sat in my wooden shack curled up. My stomach was grumbling for I had not eaten anything. Food was very scarce during that time. I could hardly find a decent warm meal. Everywhere I looked my food was frozen or too cold to eat. I stood up finally and looked into a shattered piece of glass that I used as a small mirror and examined myself. What met my gaze was a young lad maybe around fifteen to seventeen years old. His brownish and slightly-tinged-red eyes were slightly covered by locks of pitch black and a few contrasting strands of silvery white that matched the hue of the pure virgin snow. Seeing that I looked at least half-way decent I made my way out to once more forage for food. I slowly made my way down the street until I finally caught sight of a very warm and young yet somewhat ripened meal. She was quite the breath-taking sight. I may be a monster, but I still had a heart and I could feel it beating in my chest. Her back was toward me, but I could still at least admire her shapely limbs and the curves of her body as her top snuggled her figure and a short skirt that stopped just above her knees left her legs exposed to my eyes to feast upon. I had no idea where this feeling was coming from, but I knew that I could not and would not feast upon such a delicate creature in such a barbaric manner even though what I was doing right there pretty much was. I finally tore my eyes from her limbs and moved higher as she turned and was finally able to glimpse her face. Her hazel eyes looked back into mine as if knowing what I had been doing. Her rounded face twisted up into a smirk and I could have sworn I just saw a devil's tail behind this seemingly perfect angel. Finally she made her way towards me with a noticable bounce in her step which made her long wavy brown hair bob with her. She looked up at me and introduced herself. "I'm Rain." I couldn't help but blink. "Rain doesn't suit such an Angel," I replied nonchalantly, though just by implying that I thought her to be an angel had me nailed down flat. I felt as if I had dug myself a grave. She laughed. "Okaaaay, so who are you?" I shuffled my feet slightly wondering what she would think of my own name. It was a strange one. Why my parents had given it to me I have no idea. "Chrono." I knew without a doubt, that my life would never be the same after meeting her. And even stranger, when I looked into her eyes my eyes and hair were as white as new-fallen snow.