This story is a very special story. Not as special as the very first story, but still, very important. Why you may ask? Well, it's because it has a Spanish counter-part! That's right people! This story appears twice on this website! I think that is very cool and I hope that some of you who may speak Spanish, will go read Frostbite's twin. Now that the, "important," stuff is out of the way, it's time you started reading:
Frostbite
Riku and Sora trudged through the cold and rocky mountains of the arctic world known as Vladmire, aiming to reach the top. This was because they thought that the Key Hole might be up there since it was the center of the world. To make the trek even harder than it already was, the wind had started blowing the snow all over the place.
"How much farther is it?" asked Sora, trying to keep himself as warm as he could.
"I don't know," Riku said looking up towards the peak, "But I think we're getting close." Sora looked up now since he had been looking down and something caught his eye. Snow was trickling down a little ways in front of Riku and shifting his gaze upward Sora saw that a large clump of snow was loosening itself from the mountain.
"Riku," he called, but there was no time for Riku to react. One moment he was flinching, waiting for the snow to crush him, and the next moment Riku was sailing backwards, propelled by an unknown force.
Sitting up he saw a small, gloved hand sticking out of the snow, "No," he cried running over to the pile He immediately started digging and after a few minutes he had Sora's head and shoulders exposed. Riku put his hands underneath Sora's arms and pulled as hard as he could. He stumbled backwards a little bit but did didn't let any part of Sora touch the freezing snow.
"Sora," Riku said, trying to warm Sora's now exposed hands with his own.
Sora moved for a moment before opening his eyes and murmuring, "Riku are you okay?"
Riku was speechless, "Sora, how can you say that? You're the one that was just buried under a giant heap of snow."
"Just wanted to make sure." Sora was awake for only a few seconds longer before sleep overcame him once more. Riku removed his gloves and put them on Sora's shivering hands before lifting him and heading up the slope, hoping that there would be a house along the path.
Now the snow had gotten even worse, billowing around him like the rain used to on his island when there was a bad storm. It was getting colder by the second, but Riku couldn't let this stop him. He had to get Sora to shelter before he died of hypothermia. He was shacking uncontrollably and was barely breathing and Riku could only pray that he would be alive once he found some sort of refuge.
His plea was finally answered as he came upon a cabin made of logs. He tried to knock on the door, but when he touched it, it swung open so he just walked in. Looking around, it seemed as if the house hadn't been used in a while since there was a murkiness about the place. Thinking no more about this, Riku walked down a small hallway and came to a bedroom that had a fireplace in the corner.
Since there was a dresser in the other corner, it wasn't long before Riku had Sora in the bed with a fresh pair of clothes on. He'd seen a pile of logs sitting at the side of the house so he went out there to get some as to start a fire. To add to Sora's warmth, Riku added three blankets on top of the one that was already on the bed.
"That'll keep him warm," Riku thought, leaving the room to find another pair of clothes for himself since his were wet against his body.
Sora slept for the rest of this day and all of the next until 11:48 pm when he finally awakened. Moonlight streaming through the window and onto his face was what woke him. As his eyes slowly blinked open, he looked around and didn't know where he was. He sat up, but when his body started feeling heavy he had to lie back down on the soft pillow. In a few seconds, memories from a few days ago started coming back into his mind.
He felt a small tickle in the back of his throat and started coughing. It had never taken this much out of him to cough in his whole entire life, and after he was done he was tired. He would've drifted back off to sleep if the door hadn't opened revealing Riku in a soft gray sweater.
"Sora, you're awake," he said with relief, "You had me worried there." He came over and placed his hand on Sora's forehead. "And your fever's almost gone too."
Sora was confused, "Riku, what…" but Riku interrupted him.
"Don't speak Sora. Your still weak," he said, "Just go back to sleep now. You'll probably feel better in the morning."
"Yeah," Sora said, rolling over and wandering off to sleep again. Riku left the room and silently closed the door as not to disturb Sora.
To Be Continued...
Hey, to tell you the truth about this story, it was really supposed to be for my eyes alone, but then I made a Spanish version of it, and, well, I couldn't resist putting it up! So I hope you enjoyed the story that was never supposed to exist. This is The Mangosity saying, money can't buy you happiness. It'll only let you be unhappy in nice places. Good-Bye!
