"Hey Steve!" A voice burst through the trees. Holding a pickaxe in hand, Jared runs out into the open.
"You're never going to believe who's here." As if by cue a man in lathered with golden armor limps out of the woods. Jared continues."He mailed me a letter telling me he was coming." Steve recognizes the man as his uncle Taylor. Taylor looks up at Steve. Steve stares at the gashes and bruises on Taylor's face. Taylor dives to the ground. When Jared rushes over to help him up, they notices the red stain left in the snow. "Uncle?" Steve asks "What happened?"
Taylor lies down on the wool bed and rest his numb palms against the burning furnace. Steve hops over to the wall, flipping a lever and turning on the lanterns. The room burst with light. "Water." Taylor complains. The room is silent. "WATER!" The shout echos through the cabin. "Okay. Okay." Steve searches through his chest. He pulls out one glistening glass bottle. He hands it to Taylor. "Drink." Steve commands. "More." Taylor cries. Steve's hand squirms into the chest, grabbing two more bottles.
"No. More. Buckets, two- three buckets please." Taylor reaches out, snatching the bottles from his arm.
Jared shouldn't have left him alone with Steve. Taylor is going insane. Steve runs through the door, out into the darkness of the cold snowy night. He leaves deep footprint in the snow. Crunch. Crunch. The snow breaks under his feet. Steve pulls all three buckets out of the shack behind his cabin. He actually almost forgot something- a sword.
"Uncle Taylor?" Jared yells as he searches around the cabin. He just got back with some medicine for Uncle Taylor when he noticed he was gone. He looked over to the shed and saw a muscular figure carrying something over his shoulders. He figured it must have been Steve. When Jared turns the corner he see's Uncle Taylor staring off into the distance at a tall shadow. "Hey Steve!" Jared yells out to the shadow. The shadow stumbles out of the darkness. It is not Steve.
"Hey Steve!" The voice echos through the forest. Steve drops to his knees. He pulls out his sword and slams it into the ice until it breaks. He makes a perfect circle. He drops his bucket deep into the icy water. "Help me!" Another voice sends shivers down Steve's spine. His feet dig them self into the snow as he uses a tree to pull himself to his feet. Forgetting about the water he dashes through the branches, breathing into his hands in a poor attempt to warm his purple hands. Branches slap him in the face and eyes. Another scream of pain breaks through the frozen air but this time the scream is his own. Thorns grip to his jeans. The cabin comes into sight. A tall black skinned creature with glowing purple eyes stares in Steve's direction with an extended index finger. Pointing at him. Blood, like paint, layers the frozen terrain. The torn bodies of Jared and Taylor are now unrecognizable due to the rips, gashes, and red liquid covering the faces. Steve now recognizes this figure. The creature is from a myth, it's just a myth. A myth from The End.