Cold Death

    Authors note: soooo, i know no one likes these, but hear me out?

this is my first story, i basically taught myself english, and my first english lessens were words like 'fish'' and '' door'' only a few years ago I got acually good english lesson, while by that point i'd already taught myself everything they were teaching, so there might be spelling mistakes.

that being said, Story time.

 

A shining necklace, pale blue of colour catching the light, seeming to glow even though its already in bright daylight. The raindrop formed crystal almost seeming to be liquid from the inside. Always moving, always shifting.

''who's there?'' a soft, almost too soft to hear, asks. ''what am I?'' it asked again.

But to never receive an answer.

Cold was the only thing she could make out, the cold and the sound from around her.

The howls that seemed to be getting closer, but she couldn't care too much, shes cold. The wind, is that's what's howling?

Or the things lurking somewhere in the dark and cold. She couldn't tell, it sounded all the same to her.

Pale blue eyes opened, not seeing much the storm took no note of how cold she was, as it didn't care how she laid there, not moving and barely moved.

Was it just her or did the howls seem to be getting closer? It was hard to tell with the storm, now vastly burying her under. But she wasn't cold anymore, now just numb, she gave a small smile, blue-purple lips cracking from the movement, blood slowly flowing out. She didn't notice, nor would she care.

She already knew, she wouldn't survive this, she knew when she would make this trip, that she wouldn't make it. But everything, everything better that the alternative, no she wouldn't think of that.

A sound, coming closer.

Footsteps, moving closer, the things found her.

She knew. When she made this trip, she wouldn't survive.

But that was okay.

Why? Because she would survive, the piece of her soul was still in her hidden treasure after all.

Save, and well kept, where no one would find it, where no one could find it.

Where no one could find her.

The things are with her now, even though she's numb, she feels their warm, almost burning noses against her pale arms, and knew.

this is where she would die.

But that's okay, because she will survive, her soul is save after all.