I see nothing but the white snow, and yet my mind is full of images. I see the fire, and even the coldest snow doesn't chill the memory of the fire, the one that destroyed everything... I walk on snow softly crunching beneath my feet, the wind picks up slightly and i shiver. If i don't complete my cuest i will surely perish, no not die, but perish differently... Loose all will to survive, the one thing left in my life, i must save, Only that can save me now, retaining this precious thing will be my life, loosing it will be my end. The worst part is it's nature, it survived the fire, like myself, but is still delicate and can be broken as easily as glass... I must save it.
Laronix Community Member 
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