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Snow fell from the sky, flakes lazily dancing as they slowly descended to the earth, glittering in the moonlight as though the stars themselves had come crashing down from the heavens. The snowfall was light, but even so, a layer of fine powder had begun to accumulate on top of the finely packed snow and ice that covered these lands for the duration of the the long, unforgiving winters. The skies were almost clear despite the snow, and the full moon above shone brilliantly, reflecting off the endless expanse of ice and bathing the land in perpetual twilight. Finn glanced back over his shoulder, a single set of footprints lay behind him, the only blemishes in an otherwise pristine world. A bitter chill hung in the air, cutting through his clothes and his fur into his core, as though ice ran through his very veins. He did not shiver as he traversed the snow, as though even the involuntary parts of his mind knew it would be a futile effort. Home was still so very far away.
Minutes, or hours, or days passed, and the endless night persisted. He walked for miles, and miles, and miles. And home was still so very far away.
The cold was not borne of winter, it was something else entirely. The realization dawned on him as he trudged through the pristine snow, as glittering stars fell all around him. He knew not where this thought had come from, yet he knew it was true all the same. Like a whisper it had found its way into his head, reverberating through the halls of his mind until it felt as intrinsically true as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. The cold came from within. And home was still so very fall away.
The world was an endless expanse of snow and ice and cold. As far as he could see, there was only snow; endless snow and a single set of footprints. Until he came upon a mound of snow, a singular, tiny imperfection. He knelt before the mound, brushing off the layer of freshly fallen snow with a hand. He felt nothing as he dug through the fine powder, nothing beyond the incessant cold that filled his very being. A face lay under the blanket of snow; eyes closed, calm and serene. Sleeping. Finn gazed at the dreamer, and though his fur was the pale gray of his clan, he did not recognize the figure. He moved to rouse the sleeper, he would surely freeze out here in the cold. His body was cold. He was not sleeping.
The eyes of the unknown varg suddenly opened, pale, sightless blue eyes staring up at Finn. His maw parted in a silent scream of horror or anguish, black smoke billowing from his mouth. Finn staggered back away from the figure beneath the snow, scrambling to his feet. Where only moments ago there had been nothing but pristine snow, now there were countless other mounds, each filled with another motionless, lifeless figure. Snow began to shift and the mounds began to move; dozens, hundreds of pale, sightless eyes all staring at him. He opened his mouth to scream, but only black smoke escaped his lips.
Finn awoke with a start, grasping at his throat and gasping for breath. His whole body was covered in a cold sweat. He sat upright in his bed until the shivering stopped and he was able to collect himself. It had been just a dream, nothing more. Only, he seldom dreamed, and more seldom still could he recall his dreams. He remembered that endless expanse of unmarred snow and the never ending twilight with perfect clarity. He remembered those pale, lifeless, sightless eyes that stared into his soul. He remembered that foul, acrid smoke that poured from their mouths. But more than anything, he remembered the unbearable, inescapable cold.
The pragmatic part of his mind told him it was nothing more than a dream. But some part of him knew it was more than that. The dreaming mind is said to be more suited to hearing the whispers of the Fates. It was folly to seek out prophecy; the inner machinations of the universe were too much for a mortal mind to comprehend. It was as like to drive a man insane as it was to aid him. But he had not sought it out, it had come to him. Just as it was folly to seek out prophecy, it was folly to ignore a warning when it was given. In that moment Finn decided that he would not only help Eabha build her ships, he would set sail with her and venture forth to the lands unknown across the sea.
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Once again, you've crafted another wonderful mini-story here with a little bit of lore too. I really like how you describe the environments: your vivid choice of words really makes the settings come to life. It's interesting how Finn's dreams are linked to the Fates and serve as a sort of warning. I don't know why, but my first thought was that Finn slept too close to Fiadh and that is what gave him the nightmare, since Fiadh can influence the dreams of those around her. Regardless, it's a really interesting and well-written story.
I am really glad that you like it, I try to strike a balance between being descriptive enough and not being overly verbose. And that is a very fair line of thinking honestly. I cannot recall if I have touched on this or not in any of my previous posts, but in my lore people have often believed that the dreams Fiadh brings are sometimes prophetic, so its even more fitting that your mind went there. This is before Finn and Eabha came to the valley Fiadh calls home, but I am flattered that you have retained enough of my writing to make that connection ^^ I am thinking about making a journal to organize my uploads that are lore focused, putting them in order, since I tend to upload vignettes that don't have explicitly clear connections to my other writings. I have no idea if anyone would actually be interested, but if nothing else, it might help me haha
Black smokes overflowing from the jaws of a fascinating hybrid creature that's trying to warn dear Finn through his dreams, snow and Ice for endless miles, continuously looking for the way home. Then the abrupt awakening and the many doubts about the meaning of this dream, with an important decision taken by Finn. Help out Eabha build her ships, venturing forth to the lands unknown across the sea in her company. Nothing is missing in this incredible new post, between the great masterpiece done by NAITERION and your heckin' well-written story I enjoyed "Creeping Death" sooo much 😙✨
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