Bitter Cold

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It's so cold. I couldn't shiver even if I wanted to, the bindings keeping me in place we're simply too tight. Every breath I took felt like an icicle piercing my lungs.

I've been through worse. I scouted the whole mountain for a month without assistance. Admittedly though, back then I had proper supplies and rations...

I took a large breath of frigid air to calm my mind, negative thoughts were not going to help me and anything positive had long since turned to background static. Clearing my head, I focus on trying to break these bindings.

I've already been here for two painful nights, and soon enough my body is going to begin breaking down. I need to get out of these before then.

Ha...a lot easier said than done. The bindings used to tie me were cast by a cryo vision and only strengthened in the cold, my attempts to break them off with sheer force were all but futile. I hold elemental power, but...to use a hydro delusion in an environment like this would almost certainly lead me to an early death. Maybe this is it, how I die. A sad, cold death, unlike my fellow adepti. I am not mortal, which is the only reason I've lasted as long as I have.

My attempts at breaking the restraints were met with failure and slowly began to fade away, as did my conciousness. I only remember hearing the sound of faint footsteps as I blacked out.

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WASSUP IT'S YA BOI CHIL-

nah nah jk- but I hope you enjoyed the prologue!!! Ong I came up with this idea at 3am and 🥴💀 MY WRIST HURTS I STBARTABAS-

ANYWAY 😚 welcome to hell

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