"Keiran Hir-Morana, Prince of the High Spirits of Winter. You have been chosen to walk among the mortals of Earth. You know as well as we do that our season is dying. The Summer Spirits are strong with beliefs and happiness as the mortals relish the sunlight. Without the worships of the mortals, we are dying. You are still a young spirit compared to us. This is why we have chosen you to find a mortal who will believe in the Spirits of Winter. If you cannot garner the worships of the mortals by the next snowfall, we will die. Go, Keiran Hir-Morana. Save us." Spirits didn't dream, and then Keiran woke up and remembered that he was no longer a spirit. The High Spirits of Winter had granted him morality for the duration of his time on Earth. His task to find a human had been for nothing for the past six months. Summer was ending, even if he didn't feel like it was soon enough. It was the middle of July, and the heat that bore down on the beaches of southern California was awful. Keiran hated that he'd been picked to do this. But, if he didn't, no one could, and they would all die. The thought made him roll from his bed in his temporary home. After landing work at a local bookstore, Keiran was able to pay for the single room apartment near the beach. The room was run down with peeling paint and old furniture, but it served his purpose. Dressing in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of boots, wondering how humans didn't find clothing cumbersome, he left his room, padding down the stairs and walking to his job. It was far, and he was one of the few people in pants on the sidewalk, but it didn't bother him. What bothered him was the heat bearing down on his pale skin. When he'd been changed into a solid human, his hair was white and skin mostly void of color and warmth. It was the lack of heat in his body that ultimately drove people away. "No normal person was that cold," they said, "what kind of freak are you?" And so he'd wandered, looking for someone who wouldn't see him that. He needed someone, anyone, to find that cold wasn't all that bad. Screams of happiness made him look across the street as young children played in a sprinkler jetting across a lawn. They wanted to cool off, but they wanted the heat to crash down so they had a reason to run through the cooling water. A cold sigh escaped his lips as he pushed the door open to the bookstore. Another day was likely to pass without finding someone who wanted winter to live.