The dream. That's the last thing I remember.
It's so cold. I remember thinking to myself. Where am I? Where am I going? I didn't know, but I had this feeling like I should get to where ever I was going, and get there fast. This was hard, however, because the shards of ice were getting sharper and harder as I treaded on the seemingly endless plains of white nothingness. They began digging into my feet every step. I could feel pools of blood beginning to form under each foot as I walked. The harsh icy wind nipping at my skin as I walked. It was all almost unbearable, but I had to get there. How long was I walking for? Days? Hours? It's all a blur. Suddenly, I felt like I was falling and then I was jolted awake.
I woke to find myself in some type of library. I looked around me to see books stacked on books, arranged in long rows. Where am I? How did I get here? Why is it still so damn cold?! All these questions were swarming my head and I could feel an oncoming headache. Might as well try and see where I am.
I walked on down one row of books. I noticed all the books seemed so... out of date? Some were leather bound in a metal buckle , others looked like tablets of thick paper, and some were even scrolls. I picked up one of the leather books and opened it up. It was all sorts of different languages, some looked like hieroglyphs and others Indian. I put it back seeing as how I couldn't even understand it.
I kept walking for a long while. How big is this place?! I thought to myself. Soon I started to feel the temperature getting colder and colder. Looking around I could see small sheets of ice covering the bookshelves as well as mounds of snow. What?? It's cold, but not THAT cold. Up ahead I could see a glass table and chair with books covering the top, sprawled out in ever direction like if someone was trying to cram for finals.
I walked around the table and looked at the books. All of them were in different languages like the book I looked at earlier. I touched the glass table and my finger tips screamed out in pain. I yanked my hand back to realize my fingers were stuck to the table. With a great tug I riped my hand away and examined the damage. My fingers were turning blue like they were developing frost bite. I quickly hovered my hand over the table. Ice! i thought. It's solid ice!
Suddenly the temperature dropped and I heard a whistling like a howling gale and before I knew it I was on the floor. I felt something cold (what's knew) and sharp on my neck. I looked around frantically for the corporate but instead i saw a small concentrated blizzard in front of me.
"WHIRI OZ HI!?" a voice, which I assumed was coming from the blizzard, shouted. "What?" I replied. "WHERE IS HE?!" it screamed. "Where is-" I attempted to reply before I was picked up and slammed into a nearby book shelf. My back exploded in pain and I screamed out in agony. My vision began to go fuzzy as little black dots danced around my vision.
"Shit." said the voice in the blizzard. "no, no, no come on now stay with me I need to know...". The blizzard stopped spinning and soon there was a girl figure in its place that was holding me up. Her lips were moving but no sound was coming out. Then everything went black.
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A/N: Hey guys! Bair here. Let me know what you think of it so far and please point out spelling mistakes. This is my 1st story so be nice!
