I'm on an archipelago, not sure in which direction is the land. I can see trees. If I could break them, I could use them as starting material.
I've managed to create a primitive tool out of a rock and a stick. I hope I can build a shelter in time before the night falls and I freeze to death.
A short trip to the nearby mountain and back, fingers crossed that the ice doesn't break beneath my feet and I have some pieces of coal with which to create a fire and light.
Another trip, another pile of coal. I've dug myself a cave in the ground. The cold makes it hard to break, but also ensuring it will not collapse on me. Night is setting in and the first night will be a peaceful one. I will have time to tell you more about myself and how I ended up in this ice kingdom.
My name is Sem. I grew up in a city with my father after my mother had died of tuberculosis. After that, my father started drinking and I often fell victim of his fits for not doing well enough academically or not being tidy enough. I was pressured to succeed from the age eight and up. At age nineteen, my father was out in the night, on his way home and was stabbed and robbed. By the time he was found, he had bled a lot and there is only so much blood a man can live without. I was crushed. His abuse had constantly motivated me and I had grown used to doing my best for him, but now I saw no point in trying anymore. For a year or so, I wandered the streets, sat in bars, rarely attended any classes.
I hear footsteps on the outside of my cave.
