Chapter I: Cold Cries
It was cold...
Cold beyond belief...
I stood there in the freezing never-ending snow. It covered me as I hunted for just a small amount of food.
Then I heard a large crash.
I ran towards the large noise only to stumble upon... Another human? “Could it be,” I asked myself. He was covered by rocks and stone. I lifted them off them to find out he was not a human. He was an entirely different race. One I have only heard of as a child before the ruins...
I carried him home and waited a few days. I prepared his bed and made him some food. Later that day I went to my room and grabbed the letter my mother gave me thirteen years ago. I read it for what felt like the hundredth time.
I soon lay down on my bed to fall asleep. As I fell asleep, I was in my old house when I was only a child. My mother was covered in blood and the house was on fire. Though there was fire I felt cold. Trees were destroyed; the sky was forever black as the crimson moon sent terror to all. My mother then gave me a small box. with a letter inside. She told to run and never look back. Then I was surrounded by fire.
Then I woke up from the dream. “Ah!” I screamed as I got up from my bed. I went to check on the person I found but he was still asleep. He looked young but I could not tell.
I looked outside and wondered to myself what my mothers letter meant.
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