I have decided do switch gears, a lot. Time to write a Giver fic!
Okay, so everyone who reads Giver fics is going to be mad at me because I'm doing, yet another, Jonas-makes-it-to-Elsewhere fic.
The only difference is that this one will (hopefully!) have some twists incorporated into it.
When it comes to this story, the only things I own are Estelle, and anything associated with Estelle, which will probably be anything you don't recognize.
And for your daily dose of useless information, this is the first "postable" story I have written off of the top of my head.
Italics are thoughts.
This story is beta-free, all mistakes are mine.
My computer wasn't allowing me to download the special characters you need to use for Inupiaq, so you'll just have to deal with what I have here.
If you're still reading this, translations will be provided at the end.
My last rant, reviews are like happy pills, except they're non-prescription, so keep reviewing!
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The music was just his imagination, the feeling of joy and happiness that the sound brought on flickered and died. Jonas thought he was so close, but he was so far away. He clutched Gabe tighter, salty tears flowing freely and running into his mouth.
For the first time in his life, he felt truly debilitating sadness.
Jonas sunk to his knees, and fell on his back. Fatigue had caught up with him, and he let his eyes close, blissfully unaware of the fact that hypothermia would soon take hold, and his chances of dying would soon skyrocket.
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"If it weren't for the fact that I am the only Inuit at Camp and the best at winder survival, I would pass this job onto somebody else." She said to her dogs.
She let her concentration lapse for a minute, and the right runner on her sled hit a small trench in the snow-covered ground.
"Nuna navianaqtuq," She cried "What am I doing? I know how to guide a sled in the dark!"
She looked left at the trail blazed on the trees; this was a new trail for her, and she did not want to get lost with supplies only for a 32-hour trip.
"Boss thought I deserved a challenge," She thought "And this is what I got. But this is pointless, no one saw anything out here when this trail was blazed, and I doubt anyone ever will."
She looked at a rock with a trail marker, but as she was looking up, her peripheral vision caught an unnatural lump in the dark landscape.
Estelle shifted her position from the footboards to having one foot on the break, and one foot on the drag. "Whoa!" She called to her team.
Given the break and drag were both being applied, they slowed down fairly quickly. Estelle stepped off and put the snow hooks in the snow.
She ran through the landscape and saw what the unnatural lump was. A boy, about her age, it looked like, and a baby as well.
She took the baby in her arms and rocked him a bit.
"Ixaalugruaq, ataa hush." She soothed.
She zipped Gabe up in her parka and her relaxed almost immediately. Estelle then turned her attention on Jonas. She scooped him up and whispered to his unconscious form, "You are too cold."
She rearranged her supplies in her sled and zipped Jonas up in the sled bag. She unhooked to snow hooks and stepped back onto her sled.
"Hike up fellows!" She called to her dogs. They lurched forward and Estelle began the trip back to Camp, knowing Boss would be pleased that she had brought in a survivor.
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Nuna navianaqtuq-Land is dangerous
Ixaalugruaq, ataa hush-Child, be still
Take into consideration that I am using an internet translator and these translations are probably not that accurate.