Trapped in an Iron Grip

Guess Your Fingers Are Just Tasty to Monsters

You and Ethan stared at the oddly shaped hole to your right. It almost looks like a human's silhouette. You thought.

"This hole is oddly human-shaped," you whispered.

Ethan said nothing as he slowly stalked towards the hole, peering through it to see if whatever made it is gone. You noticed that it wasn't as dark outside anymore, showing that it's finally daybreak.

"I don't see anything out there," Ethan answers your unasked question and motions for you to look too, "we should keep moving. Someone could be nearby."

You nodded and looked out the hole Ethan was standing in, turning your flashlight off and pocketing it in the process. Not ten feet ahead of you was a broken, wooden fence that you, assumed, the thing that made the whole broke. It wasn't that broken but it did look like too much weight was put on the top pole. 

You and Ethan stepped out onto the deck and into the cold, morning air. It was a little refreshing, but you wished you had more time to warm up as your fingers had a light blue tint. You just stuck your hand in your pockets and kept moving.

You and Ethan jumped the fence and moved towards the break in the trees and, apparently, cliffs. You had no idea that you were near cliffs earlier due to the darkness of the night. However, you did remember that you and Ethan ran into some kind of wall when you were running from whatever you saw only half an hour ago.

That must have been the base of a cliff.

You were a little excited to see what laid beyond the gap between the cliffs so you lead Ethan through the pass. You jumped over rock and bushes and pushed past thin tree branches, desperate to see what you could. The snow crunched under your feet as you ran, Ethan was close behind and shouting for you to slow down.

You slowed down a little bit and only stopped when you stepped out into the open air, marvelling at the sight in front of you. 

The first thing you saw was a giant castle far from the cliff you were standing on. It has this medieval look to it and there were so many towers to it. You glanced around the landscape and fell in love with the forest and mountain range. You could see the sunrise in between the far mountains to your left. A low bell tolled in the distance only adds to the dark academic atmosphere.

"Where the hell are we?" Ethan asked.

"I have no idea but I love this view."

A crow started to caw right in front of you, causing you to jump a little and look down.

"Oi, I'm trying to enjoy the view here," you glared at the crow, "fuck off."

The crow, indeed, fucked off.

"Okay, come on, Crow Whisperer," Ethan said behind you, walking to the edge of the cliff, "maybe someone in that village can help us." Ethan jumped down and you rushed over, absolutely terrified that he just tried to kill himself.

But Ethan was just fine. His head was peaking over the ledge.

It was at this moment that you knew, you weren't on a cliff. You and Ethan were on a big, rocky hill. You mentally slapped yourself and jumped down to Ethan just as he started to walk away. 

You and Ethan followed a seemingly natural path and found yourself on a high ledge from, what looked like, someone's backyard. It was too steep for you to walk down, but you didn't need rock climbing gear. 

You watched Ethan slid down the ledge before following him, sliding to a stop right behind him. You were right in assuming that this was someone's yard, but you didn't think that it would look like this.