The Future Unknown

Prologue

A/N

Hello guys, my name is Madeline and I'm a new writer, in fact, this is my first book....I'm nervous 😅.

I don't really know where I'll be going with this book, I have a general premise, but I'll mostly just be going with the flow.

I've had this idea for YEARS now, about 7 I think, I've just been WAY too shy to actually do anything about it, but I've decided that I need to do SOMETHING. I'm tired of not being able to do anything due to COVID, and I thought now would be the perfect time to start on this project of mine.

In no way am I a professional writer (I think it's pretty obvious based on this A/N alone tbh 😂) but I do love writing, or at least creating stories in my head. I know that my wording, rhythm, visualization, etc. may be off, know that I will improve as I continue to write.

Corrections, whether they be spelling or likewise, are welcome, in fact, I would love and appreciate constructive criticism. However, I do not and will not tolerate bullying of any kind, whether it be towards me or someone else. If I do see that you are being inappropriate, your comment will be deleted or you will be blocked.

I really hope that you guys enjoy my story and that you all have wonderful days ahead.

Blessed be ✨

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I stood there, my feet frozen in place, the frozen pond gazing up to the mountain in admiration. It was beautiful, no, breathtaking. The snow covered the mountain like powdered sugar, snowflakes delicately performing their intricate dance in the sky. I stood on the pond, deeply sighing as I closed my eyes and raised my arms, letting the wind gently blow back my raven hair. I slowly opened my eyes, looking towards the fir trees surrounding the pond for miles, smiling to myself.

I was so distracted by the serenity of it all that I almost didn't hear it, the sudden harsh crack of the ice beneath my feet. I took a sharp inhale of breath, trying not to make any sudden movements as I slowly took a step forward, trying not to break the ice any further. As I shifted my weight, another loud crack sounded. Fear hitting me, I ran. I ran as fast as I could as the ice on the pond began breaking faster and faster until it caught up to me.

I almost made it to the bank when it happened; the pond opened its mouth, revealing rows upon rows of sharp jagged teeth, swallowing me whole, dragging me into the deep murky water below. My body froze, I tried to move, but I couldn't, the sharpness of the freezing water paralyzing me, my body going into shock. It hurt so much; it felt as though thousands of sharp tiny needles were stabbing me.

Realization hit, I was going to die; I didn't want this, but what could I do?

The burning in my lungs was getting worse, the need to breathe growing deeper, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move, and I couldn't breathe. The only thing I could do was accept my fate.

I opened my eyes, longing to see the light one last time, to see it dancing under the waves. As I tried desperately to move my head upwards, black spots started to cloud my vision, my heart slowing ever so softly. This was it, my time has come. I wasn't a bad person, nor was I a good one; I've done many things in my life, both good and bad, but I've never regretted anything. Not until now.

My sight was almost completely gone, and my heartbeat barely there. I was numb, whether it was from the cold water or the peace I had made with the situation, I didn't know, but that was okay. It didn't matter anyway.

I always thought that if something like this were to happen to me, that I'd at least fight back, but I couldn't have been more wrong. I was at peace. My eyes started to close on their own, my heart barely beating, as if I were drifting off into a blissful sleep, floating softly against the waves.

I never did get to see the light one last time.