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In a world of ice

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It's dark. The sky was empty of clouds, of stars, your feet could feel the chilled crunch of snow beneath them and all around you was settled a thick layer of such, behind you was left a trail of prints left by you and ahead layed nothing but an endless field.

The world was coated in pale white, everywhere you looked was simple. Not a single creature's tracks could be found amongst all the snow, not a single print within sight save for your own.

You felt lost. Cold. Frustrated with the silence. Your blood boiled in annoyance as you let off a scream of absolute rage from your loneliness. Nothing happened. Your unleashed anger merely died in the wind, the chilling breeze which was forever present around you.

Your wandering continued for ages, you didn't know how long. It could have been hours, days, weeks or even months and you wouldn't be able to tell. Eventually your tiresome body gave up and you fell to the ground, panting with heavy breaths, staring into the pale white snow you noticed a minor glimmer amongst it.

Your hands swiftly moved apart the snow, trying to find whatever it was your eye caught a glimpse of, eventually revealing a simple pendant of a skull, which nestled the shape of a scorpid within it's eye-socket, while from it's mouth hanged the said creature's tail. You remember receiving this object from Insaru, he gave it to you... Your body shakes and you remember that sorrowful day...

Another rush of anger flows through your body, your hand slamming into the snow, a crack vibrates through the air and is swiftly followed by countless repeating snaps and growls, the ground beneath you quakes and eventually shatters, your body plummets through the snow and beneath you lays only darkness, your body falling with countless shards of thin ice and the huge layer of snow falling with you...

You realize this is only another dream, you're heart still hurting from the lose of such a dear friend, but you could only help but wonder what purpose these dreams meant...

"Living in a world of ice can be such a burden." A shrill voice whispered before you awoke.
A short story written by me of a dream a friend's character was suffering. :iconheatherwhutevuh: suggested I upload it here, so I did.

I'm such a terrible writer.
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