As I walk along this straight land of ice and snow, I worry of what is ahead. May this new land help me move on. May this journey help bring peace to my mind and may I finally be able to sleep in peace.
The years have been getting warmer and the ice has been melting little by little. In which, with each press of the soles of my feet, the ground that I walk on is cracking. And I know that other creatures on this journey are encountering the same. The weights of the tusked mammuts and their smaller relatives.
For which, I am jealous of the small two-legged hunters for which they don't seem to worry of the environment. And it does seem to where we may speak the same language. I don't say anything to them, not because I'm afraid of them collecting the bounty on me, but because they are afraid of me.
None the less, we are all nervous in the end. Especially with the tightly held secrets that this part of the world contains. Soon, I shall become a secret of my own; And they will never find me here.
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The Endangered One
General FictionA very early and poorly written story so I thought I would finally share with the world. You are back in time where the beasts lived their lives. But your life is in ruins. Embark on a journey to finally be at peace.
