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With his great-sword upon his back, the young boy stood. His face was a mask of emotionless expression and green eyes cold. The wind whipped around him, cold and soothing. He didn't care, though. He never cared. Slowly, he began to move, start forward at an alright pace, although faster than one might think possible for one so young carrying such a large and heavy object, the blade was almost as big as he was, in truth, but he carried it with ease. Its razor sharp edge gleamed dully in the sun's rays, held in place by a mere black scarf. Without much thought, the boy stopped again. He stood there, listening to the silence that had engulfed the icy region. To be frank, it had been like this for days, cold, silent, forbidding. "God I wish that it would warm up. What I wouldn't give to see the grass again…" he muttered quietly, staring blankly out across the white, snow blanketed landscape. He looked up at the sun and sighed, there were only a couple more hours of sunlight left; then the cold would really kick in. "Damn this forsaken frozen pile of dragon scat." the boy grunted, starting forward once more. The village, the village was his goal. What village? Well, he didn't know its name, but he knew it was somewhere out beyond the plains and forests of this icy wasteland, the boy prayed that it wouldn't disappoint – no, he HOPED that it wouldn't disappoint. If it was something less than amazing, then he was prepared to turn back and trudge through the snow again until he found his way home. Home, his home, the place where he came from, the smells and sounds still lingered in his mind, as did the taste of the stew from the tavern there. Oh, the stew, the wonderful broth of vegetables and beef. The thought of it made his mouth water and stomach growl. "Oh get a hold of yourself, James" he scolded himself as he pulled out a tough piece of dry beef and chewed on it moodily.
The hours went on for what seemed like an eternity in the freezing weather of the north. He'd stopped for a bit of dinner a few minutes back, but had a feeling that it'd be better to keep moving than lay down and rest. True, the cold was chilling him to the bone and it had started snowing, but it wasn't all that bad, he grinned, almost mocking himself actually "Not that bad my ass." the boy spoke to himself often like this, quite often, actually. Well, what do you expect when you're all alone in a wasteland of nothing more than ice, snow and forests made up of dead trees? Not much.
He travelled on through the night, resting in small periods when the wind got too bad to continue. It snowed constantly through the night, which only served to totally disorientate the young traveller. "I…am really regretting this…" he sighed, greeting the first rays from the morning sun with a sad smile. "Why'd I do this again? Oh yeah, 'cause I thought that it'd be a good idea, dammit." the boy sighed again, scooping up a bit of snow. He popped it in his mouth and let it rest on his tongue until it melted into a small dribble of water, which he drank with content. "Snow, snow, snow, a bit of stone, a dead tree and yet, more snow." he grumbled, starting slowly forwards once again. The boy yawned quietly and blinked the sleep out of his eyes. It wasn't a good idea to sleep in a place like this, it could start snowing, maybe even bury him under a cold white blanket of the damned stuff.
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:icontoahelryx:
You never cease to amaze me, Bamdox. Absolutely wonderful! :D
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:iconbamdoxrune:
You asked earlier if I had ever written anything else besides for what I'm currently writting, this is technically my answer.
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:icontoahelryx:
It's a very, very good answer. :)
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:iconbamdoxrune:
Glad you think so :D
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:iconbamdoxrune:
Maybe I should focus on short stories for awhile...no, I'd get too bored of that...
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:icontoahelryx:
I probably wouldn't because I'd be the one excitedly reading them. :P
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:iconbamdoxrune:
True, but I'd be writting them
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