I take a deep breath of the winter/mountain air, I behind myself I see Luca, and Francis, in front of me I see my cousin Giorgio . "Hey Cosimo hurry up! We can get to the summit in an hour if you hurry." Yeah who nearly fell off the rock face ." Giorgio suddenly stopped and turned towards the rest of us. "Do the rest of you hear that?" "hear what?" I reply, and so I stop to listen, and hear a low quiet mumbling that quickly evolved into a fear inducing roar. I heard Francis yell at his top of his lungs! "Avalanche!" The next thing I feel is what seems to a train slamming into my torso, the last thing I hear is Giorgio screaming, and the last thing I see is the image of a long dark-haired woman so ether death is a woman or I saw a vision of the future I may never have, then darkness.

Author's note: If anyone takes their time to read this thank you, for taking your time to read this prologue. Also if anyone has suggestions on how I can improve my writing in the future I will be most grateful.