it was a cold winter evening. the chill of the air was sharp, tactile. a simple wave could send shivers up the arm.
it feels like i've been walking forever.
trudging through the snow and ice, looking for a light, in vain.
a glance at my phone revealed i had not a tenth of power left.
each breath was colder than
gusts of the frigid winds began to wear me down.
it almost felt as though i could feel my very core freeze.
as if my soul had became solid ice, waiting for me to collapse and shatter.
but just as soon as i thought it couldn't get any colder
in the distance, though the night was moonless, pitch black, there was a light.
it ran from head to toe.
something was scanning me.
reading me up, and down.
amber eyes pierced my very being.
the energy; the life in me returned.
i shuddered.
adrenaline rushed through me with the gaze.
and suddenly it all became so warm.
so warm.
the iced eyes drew closer.
i began to run.
"they would not catch me" i thought.
each lunge became more and more difficult.
i turned.
they were there, very near.
i drew my sword.
and with a flash of red, the smell of burning flesh; a blood curdling screech echoed across the tundra.
it was a monster of darkness. a beast of cold. a devil all its own.
the scent of sulfur and burned hair, but the beast, no where in sight.
it disappeared with the flash of red.
surely,
i am dead.
