Prologue
…I ran as fast as my exhausted legs would carry me. Deep snow surrounded me on all sides and created an icy, pale, horizon ahead. I struggled to see the difference between the horizon and snow covered ground. Only my heavy breathing penetrated the compressing silence, snow sucked at my boots like frigid quick sand. Up ahead, I thought I could see the thin outline of a cliff edge. From behind, the deep roar of an angry beast shattered the silence.
Really, I didn't have the time to pick and choose my exit strategy. I would have to jump for it. Amazingly, despite my fatigue, I managed to pump my legs harder. This might be my only chance of survival. Fuming footsteps shook the earth, making me nearly stumble and fall. The beast was gaining, grumbling loudly; it was incredibly furious. I wouldn't stand a chance if it caught me. The thin line grew to a jagged cliff, but not quick enough. With each passing moment I grew more exhausted, my breathing much more labored, and had an incredibly hard time running. Just keep going, I chanted melodically to myself, trying to form a distraction from my burning muscles.
I could almost feel the foul breath of the beast on my neck, as it gave an ear-shattering shriek. Literally. My ears rung piercingly and I could feel warm blood oozing out of them. Now I would definitely need medical attention. After what felt like a lifetime of running, the cliff was only about one hundred meters ahead. Back on earth, my younger sister Courtney was a track star, and her favorite motto was "run the race but finish strong, pain is temporary, pride is forever". I myself have never been much of a runner, until now that is. So I chose to embody her advice, and I sprinted as fast as I could to the ledge. This was one race I could not afford to lose.
The canyon below was my destination. It held our small camp, and was relatively challenging to reach. Safety held us to the location. The only catch? it was about thirty meters down. Oh well, death by falling off a cliff was much favorable to the alternative, being eaten alive by a snow monster.
I didn't even hesitate as I skidded to the slippery edge; I simply leapt out as far as I could, and prayed I would land on something soft…
A/N this is the prologue to my new story, a sequel to Be Careful What You Wish For. I am still working on the bulk of the story and still have to edit it, but I hope to finish and start positing real chapters soon. The chapters will be 2,000 to 5,000 words and there should be at least ten. As you can see, it will be in first person; my current medium of creative experimentation. I am also in the process of writing an original story for fiction press, so hopefully I won't take too long on this one. Anyway, thank you for reading, tune in for another chapter soon.