Continued from yesterday, this is part two of four. Check out part 1 if you haven't already.
pulled out the last splinter just as another blast of piercingly cold
wind kicked up. “Where is this coming from? That exit must be huge
if it is creating a wind tunnel like this.”
path in the cave turned a bit and Chris came to a sight he had not
expected to see. There was a room filled with stuff. Old furniture,
lanterns with candles inside, books, and snowflakes. Hundreds of
snowflakes were hanging all over the walls of the cave, each one
about three inches across and incredibly beautiful. Some looked to be
made of crystal while others were metallic with a glittery surface.
In the center of the room was an especially beautiful ornament. It
really wasn't a snowflake, it looked more like a star.
is this place?” Chris asked quietly. He walked in and looked closer
at several of the snowflakes wondering why they were here and who had
brought them inside.
the frigid wind picked up again he distinctly heard a small, feminine
voice say, “Save me.” It almost sounded like the wind sighed out
there?” He asked aloud hoping someone would answer him.
blue star twinkled a little and he heard it again, “Please help.”
couldn't be the star itself, that would be crazy. Yet, it mesmerized
him. He slowly stepped closer to the hanging star and looked into its
glistening surface. It twinkled again as if light was glinting off of
it, though there was no direct light source. He looked up to see that
this little crystal star was floating in the air.
must have hit my head and I am dreaming.”
me.” that voice begged again.
now stepped back, sure that he had actually landed on his head and
this was all a hallucination, or something. “I gotta get out of
here.” he looked again to see if he could find an exit, the shadows
were even deeper and he saw no way out.
again the wintery winds swept through the cavern and he closed his
coat against them. This time, though, he wanted to know where they
followed the winds around a corner and down a narrow part of the cave
to a larger room that was spherical in shape. There was a bright
bluish light emanating from inside along with a voice. This was not
the same voice from before, it was an older mans voice.
yes, that's it. Winds of winter twist and blow, turn and tumble,
slowed down and peeked around the edge of the doorway to see inside
the room. What he saw was an old man with a long beard, heavy robes,
and a tall crooked staff walking around a stalagmite of rock. At the
tip of the stone spear was a snowflake similar to the others. The
winds that came into the cave were stronger here, so strong that it
made it hard for Chris to breathe. The winds spiraled into the cavern
and as they came to the center of the room they began to appear like
a wispy blue liquid twisting right above the snowflake. This funnel
of cold streamed downward into the small flake and it grew in size.
can't be real, this just can't be real.” Chris said to himself over
Who is there? Show yourself!” The old man heard Chris, which did
not seem possible with how small his voice had turned.
was scared, he didn't know why but he ran away from the now
approaching old man. Rounding the corner back into the first room, he
slunk down to the floor to hide. The old man did not follow him all
the way, but stopped just inside the narrow passageway. He heard him
say, “Must be my old ears. Oh well.”
heart pounded and he was on the verge of a nervous break down. “What
the hell is going on?”
a few minutes to be sure the old man returned to that other room,
Chris slowly got up and looked around for answers. This was too real
to be a dream, at least that was what he thought, and it was too
weird to explain. There had to be something around here to make some
sense of all of this.
this?” Chris saw a book sitting alone on a pedestal. It was bound
in leather and had a crystal snowflake embedded into the surface.
Right in the middle of the snowflake was a star like the one that
floated in the middle of the room.
the cover he came upon pages made up of some kind of parchment. The
pages were very light and covered with elaborate paintings of words
that were in no language Chris recognized. Not that Chris was a
linguist, but he would know if this were Russian or Japanese or
something like that. This language was not remotely identifiable.
can help.” That small, distant voice called out to him.
turned around and looked for who was standing there, but again he
found no one else. “Hello?”
take me.” The voice was clear but still so shallow that he wasn't
certain if he had heard that right.
crept up to the floating star and looked at it again. Was it asking
to help him? What could it be? Without another thought, he reached up
and grasped the floating star. It was cold, very very cold. But, once
it was in his hand, he was able to pull it away from where it was
you.” The voice was now very clear, as though it filled the room,
though it was only in his mind.
turned around once quickly and then looked up, “Uh...hello? Who's
am sorry to frighten you, but you must help me if we are to stop the
winter wizard.” Her voice was soothing and yet commanding.
was so confused that it nearly hurt his brain, “Stop the what?”
go to the book and I'll explain.” She told him.
gulped and walked over to the book and stood there. “Okay?”
to the first page.” The dismembered voice began to read, “Once, a
long time ago, the world was a happy place and people were free. The
humans and the fairy kind all lived together in harmony. The fairies
protected the humans from evil magics. But...please turn the page.”
turned to the pages with the evil men bringing in cold winds. The
voice read on,“The Winter Wizards gathered together and decided to
create their own kingdom. They cast a powerful winter spell and
turned the world to ice. The humans were nearly wiped out and most of
the fairy kind did not survive. Only my people, the ice fairies, were
able to survive. We battled the wizards for over three hundred years
to end their cold tyranny. That time period was what humans today
call the Ice Age. Please turn the page.” He turned to a new page
that showed a beautiful fairy woman. “I, the Fairy Queen of Ice,
miscalculated the cleverness of the leader of the Winter Wizards and
he escaped my sight. He finally confronted me when all our forces had
destroyed one another. He confined me within this crystal so he would
have no equal to combat with.
the nineteenth century he began to once again gather the power to
create a new ice age. Over the past two hundred years he has been
draining winters of their power and turning each into a single flake
of snow. Soon he will have enough power to unleash all the winters he
has stored up and a new ice age will dawn on the earth. An age that,
I fear, my people will not be able to stop.
gasped, “So, global warming....”
is no such thing. The warmer seasons have been the creation of this
winter wizard. We must stop him.”
I..I am no wizard...I,” he paused, “Good lord, I am talking to a
Christmas tree ornament.”
am no ornament. I am the Fairy Queen of Ice and you are my only
decided to make his choice to help “What do I do?”
two of the snowflakes and take them.” She commanded.
gulped, looked around and picked out two ornate snowflakes, each flat
and ice cold. “Alright, now what?”
must....” the voice paused.
What is it?” Chris asked.
is coming. We must leave.”
then the gruff old voice of the wizard boomed down the corridor, “I
HEAR SOMEONE IN MY LAIR!”
started breathing quickly and looking around, “Where do we go?”
the book.” she commanded. Grasping the book he placed the
snowflakes inside the pages to keep them safe. Once he had it in his
arms she said, “I have enough power to send a great wind. Take a
deep breath and relax.”
took in a shaky breath and relaxed as much as he could in his current
condition. Just as the old wizard came around the corner Chris was
sent flying back the way he first arrived by a furious gale of cold
air. The old wizard shot out a blast of blue energy where Chris had
been, leaving a white icy patch on the wall and part of the pedestal.
heavy winds carried Chris toward the crack in the ground and then up
and out into the daylight. He hit the ground and tumbled over and
over, doing his best to keep his arms and hands locked around the
book. Once he stopped he was face first on the ground, the book under
his chest and the star still firmly held in his hand. He finally
gasped in another breath as he rolled over.
my God, how did you do that?” He asked.
time, we have to move. My powers are very limited inside here. Get to
your feet young man. RUN!” Chris ran with all of his might.