Grafton Globe Newspaper
Winter 2020 Edition
The raging blizzard danced viciously around the peaks of the mountains, causing small vibrant shakes throughout the valleys of the biting frosts. One woman, however, was using the terrifying storm to her advantage, as she ran from certain death.
Using the cloak of the night, the young woman pushed through the barking winds, trying to escape those who wished her harms. The snowy mountains of Aislinn were no longer safe, and the Frost Forests, which once served as the woman’s only place of freedom, now have became a living nightmare. Her limbs aced from the biting cold and her legs felt numb but nonetheless she kept trudging through the snow. The gruesome barking of dogs was heard from not to far behind. The woman groaned to herself. “How do I get myself into these messes?!” She did not feel fear, just an empty sorrow that her once beloved mountains had turned too cold for even her heart to love. And now, she needed to leave. For if she was found, all hope would surely be lost... The woman was pulled from her thoughts when she noticed the faint flicker of a torches glow in the distance. “They’re too close!” She panicked. Turning towards the horizon, the woman pushed herself harder, faster, stronger. She began to run. She felt the sting of an ice shard as it cut her rosy cheek. But she endured it and kept going. She thought she had made it, but to her horror a shaking erupted from the mountain once more. This caused the woman to trip and fall, her scream was muffled by the howling winds as she violently fell down the mountain. Narrowly missing every giant pine tree. When she finally stopped the woman found herself in a snow covered clearing. She was covered in bruises, scrapes, and cuts, but she had finally escaped. Breathing a sigh of relief she took a step forward to only hear a giant snapping crack. Before she could cry out in shock, the woman plummeted into the ice cold waters, to now be trapped again within the watery tombs. This was the end to her young life. “It’s funny...The home I have fallen in love with has eventually become my grave.. My beautiful mountains, what has he done to you?” “I’m so sorry I failed to protect you...” “It’s all up to you.” “My dear Ksenia.” To be continued...
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