The Time Captive

A cold, biting wind came crashing through the trees, making them scream and groan under the wight of the snow and ice clinging to their branches. A small sapling gave up the fight, cracking and splintering and with one final snap fell. A low groan escaped from beneath the animal firs lying heaped on the ground and a hand slipped out weakly pushing away the blankets. A young man was revealed curled in the fetal position on the frozen earth. Ross Murdock tried to open his eyes, his eyelids felt as though they were frozen together. He reached up to his face,his hand feeling numb with cold and rubbed them open, expecting to see the iron bars of a jail cell. Snow and trees met his surprised gaze. Looking up between the leafless trees he stared at the white winter sky and thought back...