Snow fell from the sky, blanketing Manhattan. The peacefulness of it seemed to stifle most sound of the city. A young boy with red hair held out his small hands for the flakes to land and then melt on them. The five year old looked back at his father in wonder. David Xanatos knelt down next to him and softly said, “You know what makes snow?”
“No daddy, what?”
“They are the magic from angels. They use this magic to give new life to our planet.”
“What do’ya mean? We’re alive! Are they gonna get rid of us?!” Young Alexander looked up at his father with frightened eyes.
David chuckled, “No, son. The snow gets rid of the old life so that when spring comes, new life will flourish.” Then he added, “Most intelligent creatures have learned to adapt to the cold weather, so we’re fine!” He picked up Alex, “Now let’s get home before your mom starts to worry about you!” Not too far from th