The Crystal Key Weaver

The Crystal Key Weaver
                                                            Prolog
     
This was a night of change, a night of wonder and majesty like no other. This night the sky cried crystal tears that rested upon each other, filling every crack and crevice, turning all to white as it grew thicker. A stillness spread as the blanket of snow grew, because snow loves to eat sound as some know. But this night the snow was greedier then ever and it ate all sound, even the wind could not be heard; though it may have tried.
The snow spoke quietly to everything. It said “Sleep, do not stir this night, for this night belongs to the Crystal Weaver. Hush and sleep.” The snow spoke in a voice to small for normal humans to hear but still its magic worked on them none the less. For some know that on the night of Christmas Eve snow has magic in it.
The Crystal weaver was a very old friend of snow and had asked if it would use its magic that night. He had many tasks before him this night and needed silence in which to do them all.
And so that night magic was used, a magic that gave something life, and life is the most precious thing, as some know. But the Crystal weaver was so absorbed by his work that he did not notice that something had slipped out while he was not looking.
Magic had escaped, and found its way into other hands. A very powerful bit of magic, a magic that was young and curious, found its way to the heart of a sleeping girl; changing her forever.