Hey! Welcome to my new story! It is my second story. If you are a reader of my other story 'Taken', then Thank you all for your support. If you haven't read taken then I suggest that you do. Enjoy! ~ 13stars
Prologue
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A man in the arctic walks out of a tent. He starts hiking up the mountain during a snow storm. He has a tan face, oval shaped face, brown almost black eyes, and brownish hair with specks of ice on his mustache and beard, wearing thick clothing and has a pick axe. Using the pick axe to climb up the mountain he soon reaches the top. The man now uses the axe as a walking stick. There is a sphere on top of the mountain, sitting in the snow. He goes up to the sphere without hesitation and clears some snow off the surface. Then he starts to chip some of the ice off so he can see inside. In the sphere there is a mist that swirls around. The sphere is suddenly getting brighter until a flash of white encloses the area.
Man is on the ground, with his eyes closed, looks like he is asleep. The snow has eased up but is still going. His eyes open and he sits up slowly while looking at his surroundings, turns around to look and find that the sphere is missing, and all there now is the snow shape that had surrounded the sphere. Then he looks at his hand to find a circle of his glove is gone, and that circle of his skin is burned. He pulls off his glove and examines his hand with wonder and surprise. Sitting in the middle of the ground in this hard climate, he looks up to stare at the sky. . .
I hope you like it! Please review!
I wanted to do a prologue first; it is a major part of the story. The next chapter will be what happens in the present. ~ 13stars