I dont remember much.
I can't remember any good memories.
The best one I can remember was a friend.
But he died.
Because of me.
He died.It was my fault...
He was a small rabbit.
I lead him into the snow. He died in the cold.
The farthest back I can remember was a small boy giving me a small scarf.
I remember asking his name,
he simply said " your creator."
That name. It warms me up every time I think of it.
Which is saying a lot considering i'm 80% snow and ice.
The scarf was nothing special.
It was white and light blue.
But I loved it. Almost as much as the boy himself.
But the boy grew and left.
And with him so did a little part of my soul.
I have been looking for it.
Through the long cold winter walking and the summer hiding.
It has been tough but I am still alive.
My heart still pumping blood through my body
I almost died a while ago.
The only thing that kept me alive was the small token that the boy gave me.
The scarf.
I have heard from many people about the boy.
He has taken on a new name.
It is Steve.
He has done many good things...
and many bad.
He started many villages and forests...
but he has killed many innocent villagers
and set afire many forests because of his anger against the world.
One day I found him but he had a new golem that replaced me.
That day I thought about running into the desert to end my misery.
But I thought about how the boy needed me.
I returned to the spot where I found him but he was gone.
Now I sit at a lake...
holding the scarf...
thinking about what could have been...