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Sparker -> RE: A Cold Wind (10/28/2008 21:18:51)
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Chapter Four : The Gathering
After what seemed to be forever in the taxi, we got off, at the border of Canada. It wasa frozen, barren wasteland. The snow doesn't just fall on you, it thumps you, hard on the head. It was cold, so very cold. It felt so strange, being in the cold hard climates, with only a friend, no parents, go guardians. It felt so frightening. It felt so cold.
Lucy was shivering, holding on to me. I was hiking up the steep hill, hood zipped tight. We felt like a pair of snowmen. We were walking slowly, covered in white snow.
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We were still going, after many hours. We could see a light, but we could not reach it. Every time we thought we were closer, we were further. The light just shimmered, teasing us. As we were struggling to keep on path, the snow ate us alive. A massive boulder of snow flew across the midnight sky, thumping me on the back of the head, making me tumble down the hill, towards the light. Lucy seemed to follow me, struggling down the hill. I struggled to get on my feet, and I was unsuccessful the first two tries. We kept waddling like penguins through the snow.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the light shone across the snowy desert, making my eyes ache. Snow boomed in front of me, flying in the air like frozen dragons. A spear was in the air, soaring straight at me.
Suddenly, brown, crisp leaves fell softly ontop of the snowly ground, all the snow melted, and great, lifely plants grew. The leaves destroyed the spear. The guards were tied up by the vines of the plants, and fire burning up all the snow.
"I will avenage HIM!" screamed a raspy voice.
Suddenly, a burning figure soared out of the sky, fist filled with sparkling fire. It smashed that fist against the now - dry ground, creating a massive explosion, revealing a white, floating figure in the air. The burning figure whirled up to the white figure, smacking it with a fistfull of fire. There was no explosion. There were no screams. There was only silence.
The white figure enclosed the burning figure's fist with a small wrapping of snow - white, cold snow.
"Never shall you touch me. Summer... It is Winter! You are nearly powerless! Fool!" said the white figure, blowing him back with a massive blizzard of snow, sending him flying into the midnight sky.
The white figure appeared more clearly, almost in front of my face.
"Ahhh... So you are the Zack? Eh?" teased the the figure, holding his clawed gloves to my neck. "My name is Winter. You shall address me as, Lord Winter."
Then, two figures emerged from the shadows, each holding an unique weapon. One was wielding a sword, tightly wrapped in vines, and at the point was a magestic rose. The other was gripping tightly to two daggers, orange, thin as leaves, yet hard as diamonds.
"Zack, get away from him! Come to Autumn and I!" pleaded the other man. "I am Spring. She is Autumn. She... the fire one.. is Summer."
Autumn whispered something to Spring, and she went off to find Summer. Then, Spring floated towards me. Just as he was about to give me something, Winter tried to slice Spring with his claw. He missed. Then he smashed the ground with his claw, and two large snow creatures bellowed out of the ground.
The snow creatures went after Zack and Lucy, and they killed us.
Almost.
Spring, sword first, flew right through the first monster's chest, throwing his sword to the other after. Then Spring threw me a glove, with sharpened claws. Really sharpened.
"Put them on! KILL WINTER NOW! screamed Spring, holding winter down.
I put on my gloves, and I felt a warm feeling inside my chest. Something was tickling my heart. I felt at home with the snow, I felt like a ruler. I felt powerful.
"NOW!" reminded Spring, struggling to keep Winter down.
I flew fast, split - second fast, at Winter, stabbing my claw straight through his heart. He turned to snow.
"This claw... Is it possible?" I asked, gazing at it.
"It is your responsibility now. You are Winter. There was once a great Winter, one of great kindness and tenderness. He was murdered by this Winter. Now you must take his place, as Winter Lord." said Spring. "This may have happened very fast for you. This maybe the horror of your life, but you have to take the place. Winter is still out there."
"I thought I had killed him. Just now!" I beckoned, looking at the dead Winter.
"This is not winter. Watch." said Spring, thrusting his sword into his heart, deeper.
Winter then turned to snow. It was not real. The real, evil Winter is still out there. I must find him.
"Die." said a voice, holding on to my neck with a horrid, white claw.
The End.
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