Joseph Hare

Here’s a small story I wrote for a prompt that Christopher Paolini posted on facebook the other day. My brother and I both shared stories, and it was really fun to write! His prompt was this: “The icy wind battered her exposed face, but she couldn’t look away. Something, or someone, was out there.”

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Bloody and frostbitten, she trudged through the unrelenting flurries that assailed the tundras. Her objective was close now; she could feel it. Something drew her nearer, guiding her through the storm, wishing for her to reclaim her birthright.
She stumbled, and her knee struck the freezing snow as she panted for breath. The biting snowflakes stretched for infinity around her, swirling with the sound of a howling wolf. How could she have failed?
Suddenly, through the murk of the storm and her own disorientation, something moved in the distance, like two small, golden slits in reality—eyes, curious and menacing.
The icy wind battered her exposed face, but she couldn’t look away. Something, or someone, was out there. Should she trust them? Could this be what she sought? If so, she would be free. If not, it could very well be her doom….
Unsure but determined, she took another step forward.