Prompt #1: Glaciers


A valley must feel like this when a glacier was lazily flowing through it, rounding, perfecting the edges.

His heart pounded in his chest, but with excitement, not fear. It felt cold, almost, almost physically so. Later he'd learn how that feeling came and went away again, he got used to it, even enjoyed it because this was the feeling of immortality. Right now, he only observed the sensation as it passed through him.

He was fifteen years old, and he just had locked a piece of his soul into a ring that he felt should have always been his.