Arial open his eyes. It was heavy like it takes everything in him just to open his eyes. Exhausted. Tired. Cold. That is what he is feeling right now
Slowly it opens.
He sees…..nothing. Black. Dark. Cold. Only darkness. Only coldness. Dark and cold.
It has been a long time since he feels cold.
He couldn't even see himself. It was only darkness. Then slowly the feeling of coldness disappears leaving only the darkness.
He feels nothing, not the cold...nothing.
Is this it? He mused.
Is he finally dead? After all these years…..is he dead? These question echoes in his mind. Then his mind thinks of the dragon he shares his heart with and he thinks to himself, did he die too?
Then he thinks about the people he left.
What about his daughter? His family? His mother and father? Would all of them be alright?