'I need to create a separate personality with this new identity.'
A bright crimson eye snapped open inside a load of heavy snow. The sky sprinkled the ground with crystal flower petals as the weak sunlight complimented their stunning, fragile constructs.
Rolan thrust his head out and inhaled a large gulp of air; the freezing weather tickled his warm body.
BADUMP! BADUMP! BADUMP!
His heartbeat jump-started and stabilized. Cole's hair bleached itself white and reconfigured into Rolan.
The inexorable cold made him recall the situation at hand, along with the uncertainties the future held. Rolan stood on his feet and continued his journey to the north, leaving the graves as they were, undisturbed.
His organs, tissues, and limbs healed completely and returned to their original healthy state; his body also reverted to its normal temperature, for the meantime. After walking miles, Rolan reached the North Pole and entered the set.
