“N- no…. Stop….” A pounding, reckless, terrified heartbeat reverberated through his head and threatened to burst his eardrums. “Don’t leave…. T- turn back….” Biting wind ripped past him, striking straight through his quivering heart, chilling him to the core. “So c- c- cold….” I have to keep going. “Wait…!” Sound vanished into an airy whistle. I’m falling…. Bitter cold seared through his body. “Breathe….” Strong current whisked him into icy depths, tumbling and struggling against frigid power. I’m dying…. The world was a receding point in infinite blackness, growing fainter, fainter…. Breathe! His eyes flashed open. He was shouting someone’s name in the middle of an empty canvas. He was struggling against a frigid force to gasp for breath. He was running through a formless void, blood pounding in his ears. “It’s all… out of order.” He was padding through a world of pure white. The name whirled around his mind, dancing just out of reach of his foggy comprehension. All he could do was bark, again and again, that name into the unyielding void. A shadowed, blurry form suddenly loomed over him. He shrank back in fear. “Don’t go….” The form seemed to solidify into a shape that was almost familiar. What… who…? The sound came suddenly and unexpectedly. Hiss. Thud. “Mountain Oak!” Zenith’s eyes opened wide as he howled the name into the clear and starry midnight.
You can find this on my DA (KritaKid) This is the prologue of a story (that may become a book) that I am writing. I'm pretty excited about it and I have the next few chapters planned out. Maybe watch me on DA if you're interested in reading the next chapter?
