- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Supernatural, Horror
Plot Picture Challenge 45
- Thread starter Greenie
- Start date
- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-Fi
Visitors to the Winter Mountains typically had one of two reactions - they found the endless, seamless white of the ground blinding to their untrained eyes or the dense, perpetual grey above remarkably gloomy. In either case, their conclusion was inevitably the same - the rough terrain was a chore to endure, with little to redeem it. Even the natives who had spent their lives never knowing the pleasures of a warm Autumn sun could easily aspire to wish for something better.
As such, the Winter Mountains remained indefinitely as one of the most ideal locations for doorways leading to the Second Realm. Explorers never ventured from the well marked paths leading through the cliffs and steep valleys of the range, almost entirely eliminating the possibility of inadvertent discovery by some wayward First Dweller. Less fortunately, it also meant the likely death of a young Second Realm Fae and the pet lingering at her side. Not a minute on this side of the doorway and her tiny frame already trembled uncontrollably from the vicious cold biting at her skin. A howling wind swirled around them, raising the loose snow in a thick curtain that obscured their surroundings, making it impossible to see the way back to the doorway.
A quiet whimper escaped the girl as her pet collapsed to the ground, and she sank to her knees beside him. A soft hum whispered from her lips, and she raised her hand to let a few bright sparks flutter up into the air. There was little time, she knew - but maybe, just maybe, someone would see, and someone would come. Maybe help was just a few moments away, just barely out of sight. Her free hand lowered to rest on her pet's head, soothing him with gentle, comforting strokes. Maybe if they could hold on, just long enough.
As such, the Winter Mountains remained indefinitely as one of the most ideal locations for doorways leading to the Second Realm. Explorers never ventured from the well marked paths leading through the cliffs and steep valleys of the range, almost entirely eliminating the possibility of inadvertent discovery by some wayward First Dweller. Less fortunately, it also meant the likely death of a young Second Realm Fae and the pet lingering at her side. Not a minute on this side of the doorway and her tiny frame already trembled uncontrollably from the vicious cold biting at her skin. A howling wind swirled around them, raising the loose snow in a thick curtain that obscured their surroundings, making it impossible to see the way back to the doorway.
A quiet whimper escaped the girl as her pet collapsed to the ground, and she sank to her knees beside him. A soft hum whispered from her lips, and she raised her hand to let a few bright sparks flutter up into the air. There was little time, she knew - but maybe, just maybe, someone would see, and someone would come. Maybe help was just a few moments away, just barely out of sight. Her free hand lowered to rest on her pet's head, soothing him with gentle, comforting strokes. Maybe if they could hold on, just long enough.
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I KNEW Elsa married Jack Frost....and here is the proof....their daughter. Now to sit and hear the tale of their meeting and how they fell in love from her lips.