A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first story here on FictionPress! This is a story I wrote several years ago as an assignment. The assignment was to write a story based off of ancient mythology to describe a natrual event. This is a fictional story that explains why everything dies and the snow falls on top of it every year.

I hope you enjoy it!

There was once a young girl named Snonian. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her dark hair hung far past her waist and her skin was as white as anything and held a faint glow emanating from within. But, she was known most of all for her voice. She had the most beautiful voice in the land and heavens.

Every day she walked alone in the forest, singing with the birds to the trees and animals. Her voice was so beautiful that it could tame even the wildest of animals

One day, while Snonian was walking and singing in the forest, she met Paligious. Paligious was one of the most handsome men in the world. So handsome was he that Personion, the goddess of potion, fell in love with him.

Paligious had hair as black as midnight, which accented his pale complexion. He stood tall and proud, and had a lonely look in his eyes. When first he laid eyes on Snonian, he knew that it was love at first sight. "O maiden fair," said he "How beautiful thou art. Thy skin is softer than a dove and is so white, even the clouds in the heavens are beyond compare. If thou wouldst agree, I shall have thee as my wife, and together we shall live until our children's children grow old and death looks upon us."

Snonian also knew that it was love at first sight, but in reply she said, "Kind sir, I thank thee for thy compliment, although you are not the first, nor shall you be the last, to compliment me so. If thou truly loves me, I wouldst have thou prove thou art telling the truth, and shall not leave my side at the next beautiful woman that comes thy way."

"Why, thy face is fairer, thy skin is softer, and thy voice lovelier than any other maiden in the land. I could never leave thy side, for the gods and goddesses must smile upon you to have given such beauty to a mortal."

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Snonian replied, "Yes! I would love thou until the end of the world and beyond! Together we shall overcome any perils that are bestowed upon us." So together they walked and sang through the forest, and it was alive with the wondrous sounds of their song.

This angered Personion greatly. She paced back and fourth in her castle, pondering what was to be done about Snonian. Finally, she had an idea. She set to work right away for there was no time to lose.

On the eve of the New Year, in the dead of winter, a carnival was held to honor Timeion, the god of the New Year. Personion came down from her home, disguised as a peasant woman. Hidden in her sleeve, she carried a bottle of sleeping potion. While Snonian and Paligious were dancing, she slipped the sleeping potion into their drinks. After they finished dancing, they drank their drinks and fell into a deep sleep. Personion took Snonian's sleeping body and carried it into the woods. Once in the woods, she took out her knife and carved her body into millions of tiny pieces. These pieces she put it into an empty bottle and sealed it.

Personion returned to the carnival to find Paligious and take him to her home for all eternity. She picked him up and, with one look at his face, saw how deeply he cared for Snonian. It was at that moment when she realized the true meaning of love, and took his body to the sealed bottle with Snonian's body.

When he awoke the following morning, he found the bottle with Snonian's body inside and wailed at the loss of her beauty. He looked around at the forest, then took the bottle and tossed the contents around crying, "Be free, my precious Snonian, free like your spirit! Never again shall the earth hear thou voice, but fall and cover the world with your beauty!" Thus was the first snow fall created. Paligious wandered the world for ever after, lamenting the loss of his love. All of the gods and goddesses mourned for the loss as well. Gamarea, the god of the earth, killed the whole world in his grief. The snow fell silently and gently covered the dead world, making it beautiful.

Every year, at the same time, the world dies to lament the loss of the gentle mortal with radiant beauty. The snow, forever silenced, comes to cover the world with the beauty of Snonian. It is said that sometimes the wails of Paligious can be heard when the wind blows hard enough.