Maybe Don't Die In Nelring

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Their boat spun out a little before abruptly coming to a stop by hitting the icy wasteland. Even with their coats they began to shiver from the wind and each breath they exhaled was visible. The book said that the temperature here in Nelring is zero degrees Fahrenheit. But with the wind blowing at five miles per hour, it makes it actually negative eleven degrees. Which Wednesday knew meant they had thirty minutes before frostbite sets in. So Wednesday squinted her eyes from the wind and looked around.

The ground was an icy wasteland and the river Styx continued to run through it as small channels. Too small for their boat. Snow fell endlessly from the deep yellow sky, leaving the ground covered in its powder. The demon city and Ramor's palace was on a floating island over the center of the wasteland. It was all made of ice and the palace itself was very jagged. Souls wandered the wasteland and Wednesday could spot a couple sparse towers in the distance, emanating warm light that drew the souls in. But it wouldn't matter how much the souls begged the towers, they would never be helped. Just like they didn't help people when they were alive and surrounded by abundance.

Wednesday got out of the boat, stepping onto the snow covered ice. "Come on. We're north east right now, but the next water fall is just east. We're fifteen miles away and don't have a lot of time before we start to freeze too."

The others stepped out as well, Bianca rubbing her gloved hands together as she said, "This is probably a good time for wolf Enid to pull the canoe."

Enid shook her head, arms wrapped around her self to generate warmth. "I don't think I can do it back to back."

Bianca sighed. "Just great."

"Then let's get going," Ajax said with his teeth chattering. "The quicker we're out of here the better."

"Agreed," Wednesday said and started to grab the boat.

The others helped lift it and once again they began walking with the canoe over their heads. Souls walked around them paying them no mind as they forced their freezing bodies to keep moving. Snow piled on the top of the canoe and their feet left footsteps in the snow. Time felt longer than it was, the distance seemingly endless as they trudged forward. It was only thirty minutes in when their fingers went numb and the frostbite began set in. At this rate they would freeze far before they made it east.

Ajax shook his head and slowed down. "I can't...I can't do this...I can't even feel my hands."

"If we stop moving it'll be worse," Wednesday urged. But even she had lost feelings in her hands.

They kept going a few more minutes but then Enid stumbled and fell to her arms and knees. "Ah!" She groaned in pain. "I can't...I can't feel my feet." It was like her legs had fallen asleep, but about ten times worse.

And without Enid's enhanced strength, the others couldn't carry the canoe by themselves, muscles aching and numb. They all groaned as they fell to their knees and the canoe just rested on top of their heads. They were all shivering as the cold wind continued to whistle around the canoe. They couldn't move anymore, their arms and legs numb.

"We can't...die...here," Bianca said through chattering teeth.

But none of them had a solution. Wednesday glanced behind her at the others, all of their eyes beginning to close. Her own vision of them was blurry. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them to try to clear it, but it didn't go away. And her own eyelids were feeling like fifty pound weights as she struggled to keep them open. "I'm...sorry." She never should've let them come with her.

She was beginning to lose the fight against unconsciousness when they all disappeared in a swirl of yellow energy and reappeared on a stone floor with a long yellow and gold carpet beneath them. They couldn't see anything else thanks to the canoe on their heads, but they could hear a soft voice saying, "Get them warm and healed. Alert me when they're awake and responsive, I'll need to figure out what..." his voice faded as they lost consciousness.

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