We pass some more rocks and climb up one of the highest peaks on Mount Terror. I can see the fire blazing in the moonless night meaning we're close to base camp.
"Come on Oscar, we're nearly there!" I say as I take a deep breath.
"Yeah yeah Charlie I know". Exclaims Oscar.
After thirty minutes of steeping in cold snow, pushing ourselves through the rough winds we finally reach base camp and see Nathan, our Sherpa, standing there looking like he's about to pass out. Nathan is a tall, eighteen year old man with dark brown hair and has blue eyes as light as the sky.
"Nathan, are you okay?" I ask him in a friendly manner.
"What? Oh yeah I'm ok. I'm just a little tired from carrying your luggage all the way up this hill."
I turn to Oscar. He's not looking too good either. His hair has literally turned to a whitish colour and his skin is starting to fade purple. Since it's 7:30pm I decide to have some chicken soup before I go to sleep. I offer Oscar some of my soup, but he seems to just walk off and set up his tent. Nathan and I look concerned, but we agree on just to camp outside under the stars for a while. As I finish my soup, Nathan gets up and checks on Oscar, then decides to set up his tent. I'm left under the stars, in my sleeping bag, and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I suddenly just get so tired that my eyes feel like they aren't even there anymore, and I fall asleep.
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White Terror
Storie breviTwo teenagers, Charlie and Oscar, have a wish. And that wish is to climb one of the most biggest mountains yet, Mount Terror. Dealing with avalanches and icey cold winds, do they survive their trip? Well read on to find out! ------ well this story...
