
It was devotion that led me here, to this icy grave. My purpose, to uncover a mystery. Or was it my unwillingness to let sleeping dogs lie. I’d become addicted to the chase. So close, but he was always one step ahead.
The chilling grip of the arctic cold took hold of my drifting mind and shocked body. My fingers too numb to move, let alone start a fire. Overtaken by pain, I looked up at the northern lights.
“What a beautiful way to die.” I thought.
I try to hold my last breath, my vision narrowing, the vibrant colors of the night sky come to a close, my body falls into the hardening snow.
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“Open your eyes.”
A deep and tranquil voice spoke from a distance. I felt warm and a slight tingling in my finger tips, the life returning to my body.
“It’s you!” I whispered.
I tried lifting up off the ground but my exhausted body denied me.
“Why do you hunt me?” The voice answered.
“Hunt?” I laughed. I’m not hunting you, I just want to know. Finding you has been my life’s work.”
“Man and his work.” His voice grew louder.
A towering figure came forward, standing about ten feet tall. His dark blue skin glowing, illuminating the night. He stood over me and stared into my eyes then backed away and climbed down into a small hole beneath the snow, disappearing into the darkness.
“Follow me if you will, but you can never return.” his voice echoed.
I’ve come too far for this to be the end. I pulled myself up to my knees and crawled over to the hole and drop down. I can see his blue light illuminating the way ahead and so I follow, leaving the world behind.
About the Creator
LaQuele Frazier
Storytelling is my passion. My aim as a writer is to inspire curiosity, entertain and take the audience on a journey.


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