User blog:Ariyh/Ice Queen

=Ice Queen=

A/N: Well, this is hopefully going to be my second fanfic on RW, so i hope ye all enjoy it! Any questions, and ya can post 'em on my talk page. i also apologize if it follows "haunted" a bit too much. If so, just tell me and ill fix it! Enjoy! Ariyh, Scriptor mirifice 20:49, September 21, 2011 (UTC)

=Chapter One: The Monastery=

Far in the north, a blizzard howls about the jagged peaks of ice and snow, rushing through frozen canyons, sending drifts of snow swirling in all directions as it does. Snow pours out of the steel-gray sky, blocking from view the tall, oddly-shaped ice sculptures created by nature herself from years of continuous hail, ice and snow, All things below are obscured; well, almost all things.

A lone figure travels slowly through the deep snow, her midsection, swollen with child, impeding her progress as she did. An ermine like herself was not uncommon here, though this far northern tundra was no place for a creature expecting. She had come a long way from the warmer northland shores, seeking solace from the warring tribes of sable that dominated the coast.

Her tribe had been brutally slaughtered by the emotionless dark-furred creatures when they had come between the two warring groups, trying to stop the relentless siege lain to the high north-shore caves and coasts. The ermine shielded her eyes in the storm, squinting as she made out a dark shape on the near horizon. As she moved laboriously onward, she could feel her body temperature dropping slowly and knew that, within minutes, she and her unborn infant would freeze to death. She had only been in the blizzard for about an hour, travelling onward when it struck suddenly, as blizzards often do in these parts. Struggling around pits in the snow and hidden ice patches, she finally comes close to the object: it is a dark spire, rising over a cliff. She couldnt tell what kind of stone is made of, but it has a shiny, glass-like texture to it. Realizing she would have to scale the cliff in order to reach it, she reaches the edge and finds searches for a way down.

After a minute of searching, the ermine comes across a set of cleverly hidden stairs. Feeling her paws and tail beginning to numb, she climbs down them as cautiously as she can, careful not to slip lest she come crashing down to whatever lies below. Upon reaching the bottom, she realizes that the spire is attached to a magnificently huge black-stone structure, sprawling out over the massive ice floe on which it rested. The ermine traveled along the structures walls, noticing how they continued down through the ice and into the deep-blue depths below. She soon reached the front of the structure: it was plain and flat, having no windows of any kind, inset by two massive gates that had no outward mode of entry.

She searched hopelessly for several minutes before realizing she was not going to find an entrance. Defeated, the ermine slumped against the wall, hugging her swollen midsection in an attempt to keep it warm. She was about to pass out, her body numb with cold, when a grating sound pounded in the back of her head. It took her a moment for her to realize that it was the gates opening, inching forward, painfully slow. She gazed with some trepidation into the dead black interior, wondering what was inside, suddenly apprehensive of the mysterious building. A blast of warm air ruffled her fur, causing her body to thaw somewhat. She moved awkwardly around to look inside, just in time to see a purple light coming slowly up the corridor, straight towards her.