She walked in the gusty blizzard, the harsh wind whistling around her and stinging her face. For every step she took, the wind pushed her back two. Through hard work, she steadily made progress. She had to keep going. There was something… someone… somewhere she had to get to. She knew if she met that someone, her memories would come back. There was a shelter, a place to rest, a place to take refuge from the icy wind. But she resisted the temptation because if she went in, she was afraid that she would never come out.
She went past the comforting house, determined to reach her final destination, where ever that was. Determined to know about her family. If she even had one that is. She reached a brick wall, that stretched across the horizon. “Going around it seems impossible.” she thought to herself. “If not around then over.”
She started scaling the brick wall. She made it halfway when she noticed, the edge was further away than she thought…. No matter, she would spend however much time was needed to get over this wall. “Oh really?” a voice slid through the air, startling her. She loosened her grip on the stones, swivelling around, trying to find the source of the voice. She remembered that voice from somewhere, but she couldn’t quite figure out where.
Suddenly, someone shoved her off the wall. She quickly tried to grab hold of something. But it was too late. She was free falling into nothingness. The ground was gone, and so was everything else. She smiled emptily to herself as she fell down into blackness, “At least I won’t give them the satisfaction of hearing me scream…..”
Eira slowly opened her ice blue eyes and looked up at the ceiling of her igloo. Thinking back to the dream, she sighed, “This is the same dream I had yesterday, and the day before………. and for all eternity!! But… it was different this time… I usually collapse into the snow, now I reached a wall…. hopefully it means that things will change for the better.”
Saying this, she got up and looked around. The familiar surroundings greeted her eyes.She had lived here for 2 years already and over that time, she had gathered and built many things. Left of her there were three shelves. Two were filled with all sorts of random gizmos and the other was empty. Across the shelves was a table littered with gears and other random things. In the middle, there was a worn book. In white lettering, across the cover, there were the words The Prism of Snow.
She walked outside of her igloo and started going for her morning jog around the island, checking her traps for enemies and animals in the process. She brought her staff just in case she was attacked by any minions along the way.
The minions were sent by the Overlord to recapture her. She was somehow pretty important to one of their plans. Whatever the plan was, she had no plan to help whatsoever in it. The minions though were pretty stupid so they usually fall into one of her pitfall traps while they were looking for Eira. She didn’t have to worry that much about it.
She muttered to herself the contents of the traps as she jogged around, “empty……………..empty……………………….minion.. Ugh…………….. rabbit……………. empty……………………unconscious ninja people…………….min-….. Wait what?!!?”
Hi everyone, thanks for reading the first chapter of the story sooo down below I’m going to kinda describe Eira
– platinum blonde hair
-straight, curls slightly inwards at shoulders (like a long bob cut)
-icy blue eyes
-short for her age (13)
-currently wearing a black cloak
Element: Snow? and levitation
Yup so ya… that’s her. You’ll find out why I put a question mark beside snow later. Comment what you think and vote if you liked it. Thanks again for reading!!! It seriously means a lot to me.
Fun fact: Eira means snow in Welsh
Now that I look back at my previous chapters, I see that I didn’t write that much.