Firstly this is a story based in the fantasy world of Skyrim a game by Bethesda Softworks with some liberal reinterpretation by myself, it is not a
very good story and only covers a part of a passage like a snip from the characters life during a quest she has embarked upon.
I typed this two days ago on my NEXUS mod's account so shall also provide a direct url to that for varification that I am the Author, it is free to
use by any and all as they see fit and has nothing really good or anything at all original to offer but that said here it is.
The wind at last died down and Sparrow in high branches as the old shaman had named her pulled the snow mask off her face letting the cold air bite
at her exposed flesh, she squinted as it's icy embrace touched her cheek's and bit at the soft moist tissue of her eye's her tears freezing almost
instantly on her eye lashes.
The sky was darkening and overcast so there was not much danger of snow blindness and it was good to be able to see properly instead of peering
through tiny slit's at the white world beyond, it was still snowing though and the feather like flakes drifted lazily from the unnaturally still
The silence of the moment broken only by her quiet footsteps and heavy breathing as her thick fur wrapped feet crushed and plowed through the dry
powdery snow, forcing her way through drift after drift, she knew were to walk though after living with the Ice Man tribe for the past ten years.
Ten years it seemed so long ago but she would never stop until she had tracked every last one of the Reavers down, they had murdered her husband on
her wedding night and left her for dead as well after taking what they wanted from her.
She had forsaken her birth name, that girl who she used to be had died on her wedding night when the reavers had raided the small farmstead on
solstheim that she and her beloved were to have called home.
She stopped for a moment, gritted her teeth and then forced herself onward telling herself that she could not stop up here and could only rest when
she got back down to the tree line, oh she knew that she could have dug out a snow hole and sheltered in it, the thought was tempting as the siren
call of her weariness tried to lull her to do so but she knew also that up here if she slept she would probably never wake up again as the air was far
so thin she was gasping for breath all the time.
She felt light headed from the thin air alone with only the fortification that the stamina potion and the sacred herbs the shaman had tought her to
prepare for the journey keeping her from collapsing as they both numbed the pain of the cold and provoked her body into a hot blooded fever to stave
off the ever looming hypothermia, the herb though was never meant to be used this much and she would likely be ill when she got back to lower and
warmer ground but she had little choice and dared not stop now after coming so very far with the end she kept on telling herself always just a little
further ahead of her.
Eventually the snow fall thinned as she continued down the valley as it descended out of the cloud's but it was also far more treacherous since she
was now on the glacer itself and she could see the crevaces and grikes in the ice flows ahead of her.
The glacier had scoured the rock like a frozen slow moving river but as it flexed and bant over the underlying stone it had opened up in places in
massive rift's and those rift's, those crevaces were dangerous as the snow had buried many of them with a thin layer concealing the deep fall
beneath and it would have been so easy to slip through that concealing snow to her doom even though she was as careful as she could be making her way
over the Glacier.
Oh how she lamented the loss of the long thin staff she had began the passage with and that she had used to probe though the thick snow in front of
her, she had lost it climbing a frozen cliff face when her pack had slipped and she had been barely able to save that without falling herself as she
had made her ascent to the forgotten pass, the staff had fallen hundreds of feet back down the mountain side behind her and now without it her
movement over the snow covered glacier was far slower than it could have been.
At long Last she finally saw it in the distance barely visible through the shifting cloud that obscurred them from moment to moment, it was the
strange ruin's that the old Shaman had told her about, they seemed to be hanging oddely on a tongue of rock that overhung the glacier as if the ice
had cut into the rock beneath them and so carefully she made her way toward them thinking how it would be good to finally get off the treacherous ice
with it's hidden traps and hazzard's, ice whose bitter cold had pierced right through the thick furs on her feet and ached numbed them so that she
could no longer feel her toes and worried if frost bite had set in.
Perhaps the empire was not the first empire and perhaps tamriel had known many empires dating back to long before the merythic era.
The old Shaman had told her of the Snow man legends,.
Long ago Chimera the ancestors of both the Chimer and the beast races alike had been created during an ancient war by the blending of the lost first
race of man whom had once ruled the entire world by the mixing of there blood with that of other being's or creatures, this had been done for long
forgotten purposes of war and perhaps at the same time as the builders of those strange ruins had lived in that same age, ruin's that now silently
crumbled away up here were no one ever saw them for he told her that the ancient first men had ruled over all thing's including the very sky
That forgotten race of man had lived in great city's of crystal towers that reached to the heaven's and which were illuminated by light's that
never dimmed and turned night into day, they had even learned to fly and had flown across the sky in great flying metal chariots that had carried them
to any place in the world they had wanted to go.
But then a terrible and ancient war had come upon the world as brother grew jealous of brother and instead of sharing as brothers should each brother
had tried to kill the other until all the world had been lain to waste in fire and anger, then a night of a hundred years had blotted out the very sky
as the god's had turned there back's upon there unruly and selfish children.
That ancient war had ended the world of the old man, it had been a war that had rent the very heaven's themselves and cast all thing's assunder
though now it was long forgotten by all but the Ice Man tribe whose knowledge had been passed down from generation to generation uncounted.
But like a seed of bitterness it had planted the many races whom now lived and they would fight one another until they destroyed the world again or
only one race remained.
The ice man tribe themselves were a strange people who stood alone from all other races though they looked and seemed in most ways just like the
other races of man except that they seemed at home in the coldest of places, places even the Nord's would not live, they were a small broad people
with dark skin and deep slanted eye's, there eye's though usually brown were also sometimes blue or green.