Novel & Cerita Winter World

It’s claws are raking against the windows as it marks the unstoppable force of nature and its endless cycle of seasons. Winter is coming, whether I'm ready for it or not.

The truth was he didn’t know me at all. “Tea?” “Please.” I welcomed the hot cup. “The days had turned a bit chilly, soon all this will be covered by snow.” “I know.” The soft grass will turn brown and the land hard under the frozen ground. Winter was grim, sad, and beautiful. The bare trees and the cold white snow gave way to the most beautiful sceneries, walking was difficult enough with the icy ground, well that was going to be a bigger adventure. “Clara.” “Yes?”

The flicker of the fire danced on the wall, and in the safety of his arms, I allowed myself to close my eyes. Not with fear. But with peace. And the growing knowledge that, no matter how uncertain the world outside became—inside this moment, I was exactly where I belonged. ----- The snow fell heavier that night beyond the walls. It blanketed the world in silence, covering the hills, the valleys, the rivers now frozen beneath glassy ice. But not even the snow could bury what lived in the far North. Not even winter could quiet the White Walker Pack. Their land was both breathtaking and brutal—towering glaciers, thick pine forests that stretched into the clouds, valleys carved by centuries of i

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.

I called out. He lowered the leaded glass window, shouting back over the wind, "Get inside! It’s freezing!" I pulled my thick wolf-fur coat tightly around my neck and hurried back through the massive wooden doors of the packhouse. By the twentieth of December, the dark winter had settled deep into Ironvale City. The mountain winds howled like dying wolves outside the stone walls, bringing heavy blizzards that buried the roads under feet of white snow. Late that night, the quiet of the lower quarters shattered.

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

He smiled at me. His eyes are pure and sparkling, like the image of a river that flows continuously after the hard ice is melted during spring. The leaves start to regrow themselves after the cold winter, the green lush is back, and animals are coming out of their hibernating period to play and roam the forest. Staring at this guy makes me want to wonder; is having winter season helpful? Winter freezes everyone and anyone cold. If you don’t have warm packets and thick clothing, you will die.

Winter always made her think of the lives that passed on, but also of new beginnings yet to come. The icy winds howled through the passes, seeking any gaps to invade the dens of the werewolves. Frost formed intricate patterns on the windows as the fires crackled inside, providing what warmth they could against the bitter cold. Townsfolk gossiped by their hearths, recounting stories of winters past when blizzards raged for weeks on end, isolating entire villages under mountains of snow.

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.

At dinner, my mom hit me with, "Tristan, why didn't you bring Chloe along? "We're not getting any younger, and you guys live so far away. Who knows how many more times we'll get to see Chloe?" I felt a lump in my throat and just kept my head down, focusing on my food to keep the tears at bay. "Mom, Chloe is off traveling with Sheila. We'll bring her by to see you guys for New Year's." No sooner had I said that than my phone started buzzing. It was Sheila. I stepped outside to take the call.