[ WP ] A girl gains the power to bring images to life by breathing on them . How did she get it and/or how does she use it ?

She was freezing, even through her many layers of thick parka. Her footsteps crunched in the snow as she walked along, weaving between the lifeless trees of the winter. Although she had walked in the forest many times, her mind still glowed with an intense fear of getting lost. She tried to divert those thoughts, to keep her mind on normal highschool things like school and friends and homework. It was hard, and only made worse by the knowledge of where she was headed. 
 
 After about five minutes of walking, she stopped at the edge of a circular clearing in the woods. Here, the snow was spotted black and carved by many footprints. The girl sat down and watched as the sun rose steadily through the trees. It was n't long before she heard the crunching of another pair of feet in the snow. She looked in their direction and set her eyes on a middle aged woman in a grey sweater stumbling towards the clearing. The girl rose to her feet and approached the woman with both hands buried deep in her pockets. 
 
 `` Hello'' the girl called. This was always her greeting. 
 
 `` Hi'' the women replied. As she walked closer, the girl noticed deep lines in the women's face. Her eyes had been on the ground ever since she came into view, and her walk was really more of a shuffle. When the girl and the women were close enough to touch eachother, they both stopped and looked at eachother. A minute of silence passed, then the women spoke. `` Is it true?,'' she asked, her eyes returning to the icy floor. `` I've heard that it is, but it just seems to absurd to be real. I feel silly... I feel like this is some big prank, and I'm just so silly to believe in it all.'' She paused for a moment, trying to hold back the tears clouding her eyes. `` I just... I just need this to be real, I'm so desperate, I ca n't sleep at night with him gone.'' 
 
 The girl was quiet for a moment as the women gathered herself. The women sniffled once or twice, and then silence was restored. Finally, the girl spoke. `` Do you have a picture?'' 
 
 The women nodded and produced a small polaroid from her sweater's pocket. She handed it to the girl. `` This was from a month before the accident.'' She added, as the girl held the photo in her small, pale hands. 
 
 The girl eye's scanned the picture from top to bottom. The subject was a small boy with bright, blonde hair and a toddler's smile. He could n't have been older than 5. The boy stood in the front yard of a small house. The grass was littered with toys. 
 
 `` Are you ready?,'' the girl finally asked, looking up from the picture. The women slowly nodded. The girl drew in a deep breath, then exhaled a hot cloud of air onto the photograph. Immediately, the corners of the picture began to twist and squirm. 
 
 The girl dropped the photo onto the cold snow and watched as it twitched. The women, both fearful and curious, stepped closer and peered down at image. It was growing. 
 
 Slowly, something began to rise from the blurry snapshot in the snow. It was shadowy, with lines of color streaking down it. The women took a step back. The mass rose up and up until it was about 3 feet off the ground. Then it began to expand. At first lumpy, it gradually gained definition. Its shades of black quickly gave way to vivid colors, and within seconds the image was complete. Where the photograph had been planted there now stood a little boy. 
 
 For a long moment, the women was stoic. Her eyes denied what was before her. This was n't yet reality to her mind. It was insanity. Then, out of either strange acceptance or blatant denial, she embrached the small figure. She rapped both arms around the boy and began to cry happy tears. She squeezed him in a hug, and for a moment she was happy beyond words. The feeling did n't last. 
 
 Suddenly, the women recoiled. She had felt something off about the boy. He had almost felt... hollow. Then denial returned, and she attempted to talk to the boy. *It was her boy*, she told herself. She uttered his name. There was no response. The boy simply beamed, his lips spread to show his brilliant smile. His eyes never left the womens face. 
 
 She called his name again. No response. Again. No response. She wanted to shake the little kid, to get something out of him besides that smile. Fear was rising in the back of her mind. 
 
 The women turned to face the girl and noticed that she was desperately holding her breath. Her knuckles were white, and her fists were clenched. 
 
 `` What is this?!,'' the women cried, from both confusion and terror. `` Why wo n't he respond? What is he?'' The girl was silent, still determed to hold her breath. The women turned again to the boy, saw the same smile, and howled in fear before running off into the forest. 
 
 There was only a breif moment when it was just the girl and the boy. The boy held his smile, and slowly turned his head to look up at the girl. She saw something in his eyes. Suddenly she was gasping for air. 
 
 As soon as her mouth had opened, the boy collapsed into a mess of black liquid. It stained deep in the snow, creeping over the women's fresh footprints. The girl turned and began her trek out of the woods. Her breath was slowing as it returned to its normal pace. 
 
 The sun was now high in the sky, having risen above the lifeless trees.
