The Stranger

The Frozen Mountains

She was a walking in the rocky coast of a nearby lake , whispered her thoughts to herself.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't seem to notice the sea gulls which was following her jumping or walking behind her.

This place was totally strange for her.

Sometimes strange encryptions carved in the black rocks caught her attention.

It was written in strange ancient language which nobody this days could understood or read.

The the symbols was like as an animal carved them with its claw's rather than made from any tool known to human.

It was from an ancient ork tribe settled in this island's nearly a millennium ago.

Now almost nothing left from this tasked beasts and they hadn't been seen for a long time from humans eye's.

But if she had been more careful she wouldn't have missed something other near by.

Trucks that wasn't ancient at all ...there were giants in this mountains despite the fact that nobody had ever seen one ...

Or survived enough to tell the story at least.

After a while she started to feel cold and tried to tied her grey cloak around her white soulders with her delicate hands.

Suddenly she slowed her pace.

She started too look around worried with her blue emotional eye's searching for something.

She bit her vivid pink lips unsure about what she should do now.

She wasn't from any northern place obviously.

The wind became stronger and began to blew her strapless dress furiously.

Her long wavy brown hair was shinning as the wind blew them and the moonlight fell upon them gently despite the rough conditions.

Her dress was soilled and dusty from the many days that she spent wandering in the nature.

It was too light too protect her from this strange for her weather.

Her legs was uncovered bellow her knees from her dress and her smooth calfs was marked with scratches from branches and rock's.

Her dainty bare feet pampered and white as snow wasn't for the roughness of this place either.

They had blood from numerous small cut's from the rough stone's and the long walking in the hard terrain.

Her step's became more and more slow.

She was exhausted.

After a while she stopped with a deep sigh and sat in a small boulder near the path that she followed.

The rock was wet and full of dark sticky moss all around its surface but it was the only place that she found this time to rest.

She couldn't continue ...no more today ...

Her knees was trembling and she felt unable to kept her large eyes open against the cold this night.

She had too find a shelter.

And quickly.

She heard an strange sad howl not very far from her.

Turned she felt her heart sank from fear and her eyes became wet again from desperation.

So the creature was still following her...

"When you're free from the shackles of solitude you never get the sense any mountain is too high to scale, or any horizon is too far to conquer "

Saim .A. Cheeda