Listen, children, here is the story of the first winter.

Once upon a time long long ago, before the lines between gods and mortals became clear, there was a little girl. This little girl was cast out by her family, by her community, by all the people of that time.  But the plants and the beasts and the sky and the stars saw her. And they saw that she was a child. And they resolved that they would bring her out of her sorrow.

---This is a story I made up it's not a folktale or something.​​​​​​​———

This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

NOTE: I won't be updating this here as I have signed an exclusive contract with Webnovel for this story. To those who are reading this, please support me there. It is in a story of the same title 'Freakquency' under my penname, NymKaneis/nKaneis.

​​​​​​​Thank you!

​​​​​​​~oOo~

One day, the world was suddenly tormented by a high concentration of frequency wave unheard by human ears. It was detected by radios, TVs, computers, and etc. But there are those who heard it. And those that did suffered from a mild migraine to an unbearable, head-splitting pain that was followed by vomiting of blood and uncontrollable hallucinations.

After a day of suffering, those affected became monsters.

But there were also those that became . . . something entirely else . . .