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Winter
It was cold….that was all I knew.The next thing I became aware of was the lack of feeling in my legs.
I built up a wall of snow to block the wind, but that cost me my hands. I couldn’t feel any part of me any longer. The cold was consuming me. How long had it been, how many minutes, hours, days, had I been trapped? Magic was out, I tried it but nothing worked. I blamed the cold, it over took my
whole self leaving me useless.
I was going to die. I was going to die out here on this stupid Island because a rodent outwitted me. I was going to die and no one would know.
Spring
When I woke up I felt a slight pain pricking at my limbs. I was heating up; the snow was gone as were the bitter winds. I did a quick once over to make sure I was safe to use my hands and feet. The ice was melting around my ankles but it was still there. Thankfully it was melting before my eyes.
Within the hour I was standing once more. I was stiff everywhere, ignoring my surroundings I slumped under the tree and slept. I let the sun heat my core and I let the onslaught of depression overtake me. I wouldn’t stay like this, but in my lowest moment I let it bury me. I would sleep it off. Then I’d return, hungry for revenge.
