Romans & histoires Inner Consecrated Snowfield

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

And I’d no doubt know the name of that place. As I returned to my sleeping bag, burrowing deep inside, the opposite of oblivion was served. A dream that was and was not my own played tantalizingly, coldly across my receptors. *** We woke to three inches on the ground, and more falling. It was a lazy shower, the flakes large and cottony on the windless air. Though we knew conditions could easily deteriorate, that footing was going to be a bitch as it was, we found ourselves admiring the scene. The firs and spruces of the opposite slope, among the last of the sub-alpine ranks, were capped in white, bringing a Christmasy feel to an otherwise raw and un-festive realm. That wonderful hush that ac

Nicoli screamed. The sound that tore from him wasn't human—it was the sound of something essential breaking, raw and wordless and absolute. His throat tore with the force of it, tasting copper and desperation. But the air swallowed the scream whole, leaving only the visible puff of his breath curling upward, crystallizing, breaking apart into— Snow. It was snowing again. Thick white flakes materialized from nothing, drifting between him and the room ahead, building a veil that grew more opaque with each heartbeat. Through the gaps, he could still see flashes of color—red silk, silver hair, crimson spreading across white cushions.

My feelings now are the same as they were that Christmas sixteen years ago—sadness, numbness. Checking to see if anyone is watching, I slip quietly out the mudroom door onto the wraparound veranda and hurry to the railing at the back corner of the deck. No one can see me from any window of the house here. I need the respite. Tiny, dry snowflakes drift in the stillness—the result of a late autumn cold snap that promises a long, wet winter. Their predecessors coat the fallow fields in a gauzy sheet of white. I watch their seemingly aimless movements and light the cigarette I bummed from one of the guests. Wrapping one arm around myself against the cold, I inhale deeply and tolerate the shiveri

The sharp crunch of frost underfoot signaled the change in weather; snowflakes swirled lazily as Kaidën burst through the heavy door, propelled by disorientation and unsettled dreams. The vast open field sprawled before him, white and blinding under the low morning sun. Just yesterday, it had been a warm, unforgiving landscape, but now it lay blanketed with untouched snow, a deceptive softness that belied the brutality about to unfold. The ground was slippery underfoot, and Kaidën steadied himself, glancing around for the source of dread he knew was looming ahead.

But I must’ve drifted off in my chair, because suddenly— I was dreaming. But not like normal dreams. Not like the messy, too-bright ones where people melt into shadows and logic falls apart. This one was cold and soaked in red. I stood in the center of a snowfield. The trees around me were bare and skeletal. Everything was white… except the snow itself. It was soaked through, red to the roots. Blood pooled in unnatural patterns; circles, runes, names I didn’t want to read. I stepped forward and my boots sank deeper than they should’ve. The smell of iron burned in my throat.

SPECIAL EPISODE 10 THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW Beneath a clear and boundless sky, where the sun’s radiant beams poured down in brilliant streams of gold, the vast snowy field shimmered like a sea of diamonds. Each delicate flake of snow reflected the daylight, casting a soft glow across the wide expanse.

I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose. You are breathtaking mate. Aaron told Snow. And you are very handsome Aaron. Snow giggled. She was acting like a teenager just how I do in front of Alex. He growled in satisfaction. He moved forward to kiss her again but Snow moved out of the way, making him growl at her action once again. If you want me, then you better catch me Alpha. She said before running off. Oh, you don't know how much I love challenges, mate. Especially when you are the reward, with that Aaron set off too.

"Let's just enjoy our time together; forget about them." He led me to the towering Christmas tree and suddenly knelt down. I gasped. "Luis, what are you doing?" He pulled out a small box and opened it before me. To my relief, it was not a ring. He took out a diamond necklace, stood up, and gently placed it around my neck. "Nicole, this is your Christmas present, and it's also a promise of our love. From now on, you're all mine." I felt a warm glow inside, leaning into Luis's arms, gazing at the twinkling lights.

My hope was a tiny, flickering ember, threatening to be extinguished. And then, we crested one final, windswept ridge. Cane stopped, and I drew up beside him, panting, my legs trembling with exhaustion. I followed his gaze downward, and my own breath caught in my throat. Below us, nestled in a vast, bowl-like valley, was Snowrest. And it was green. It was impossible. We were high in the northern peaks, a place of perpetual winter, yet the valley below was a vibrant tapestry of emerald grass, dark green pine forests, and fields of what looked like hardy crops.