It was early December in Vancouver, British Columbia when the odd early snowfall hit the west coast. Not a whole lot of people thought much about it – 'Typical Vancouver weather' was the sentiment of one person, another quip being 'That's Canada for you'. There were a few questioning minds of those that weren't used to there being snow so early, but overall it was just seen as a mistake on the part of the meteorologists of the region. Some were merely frustrated that they had to change to their snow tires a little bit earlier than usual, whilst there were a few out-of-control vehicles due to the snowy roads.
The following day, the snow had calmed down and there was a new student at Simon Fraser University. A transfer student from somewhere in Quebec, speaking mostly French and barely any English. It was always difficult for someone to get used to a new environment, and luckily some people spoke both of the countries official languages. However, some people were attached to the reputation of people from Quebec, how the French speakers there sometimes hated English-speakers and how the province had tried to separate from the country multiple times. It was because of the ignorance of some people that the transfer student was picked on for their fanciful, 'foreign' words.
Snow hit the west coast again a few days later, heavy and unforgiving. A new layer coated the already frozen ground, and some cars lost control on the roads. It was havoc for a lot of the more busy areas of Metro Vancouver, a few accidents on the Trans-Canada Highway and traffic backed up on the Alex Fraser Bridge. It was clear that for some school would be cancelled, but not yet for this particular school... that was, until they found the body on the front lawn in the morning.
It looked as if something had frozen the student in a large block of ice, an event entirely unexplained. Someone snapped a picture that quickly went viral on the internet, and news crews came to report the incident. In the crowd of some of the onlookers was the Quebecois transfer student, their particularly large canines slipping over their lips in a bit of a grin.
“Ne raille jamais un dragon, mon ami,” they whispered, as they disappeared into the crowd. No one even noticed the small, white reptilian tail slipping away into the snow.
The following day, the snow had calmed down and there was a new student at Simon Fraser University. A transfer student from somewhere in Quebec, speaking mostly French and barely any English. It was always difficult for someone to get used to a new environment, and luckily some people spoke both of the countries official languages. However, some people were attached to the reputation of people from Quebec, how the French speakers there sometimes hated English-speakers and how the province had tried to separate from the country multiple times. It was because of the ignorance of some people that the transfer student was picked on for their fanciful, 'foreign' words.
Snow hit the west coast again a few days later, heavy and unforgiving. A new layer coated the already frozen ground, and some cars lost control on the roads. It was havoc for a lot of the more busy areas of Metro Vancouver, a few accidents on the Trans-Canada Highway and traffic backed up on the Alex Fraser Bridge. It was clear that for some school would be cancelled, but not yet for this particular school... that was, until they found the body on the front lawn in the morning.
It looked as if something had frozen the student in a large block of ice, an event entirely unexplained. Someone snapped a picture that quickly went viral on the internet, and news crews came to report the incident. In the crowd of some of the onlookers was the Quebecois transfer student, their particularly large canines slipping over their lips in a bit of a grin.
“Ne raille jamais un dragon, mon ami,” they whispered, as they disappeared into the crowd. No one even noticed the small, white reptilian tail slipping away into the snow.
