But as the door was flung into the corner of my cave and the beasts stood before me, it dawned on me that those same powers were now my only defence. I threw up a wall of ice, buying myself some time to conjure up snow warriors, or even a blizzard. A pool of water began to form at my feet, and my heart sank as I realised the beasts had power over fire.
“I have been entrusted with the device, that holds the balance of power, it will decide the future of our world. Time is short, action must be taken. Five of us here will venture to the Round Towers, so the wielder of the device can stop this madness”
Standing atop the hill beside the roadside I suddenly see them. Monsters. My legs start to tremble from the fear and the cold, as the horrific beasts pour out in seemingly endless amounts from what I believe to be a portal on the other side of town.
This was the beginning of the end, wasn’t it, I asked myself. The end was nigh and I was the first to know. I couldn't’ have imagined the damage this snow would cause. The ice would seep into our steam-powered systems like a venomous poison, cracking the cogs within the engines, smashing them to a million smithereens, scattering them to such an extent that repairing them would be mere fantasy.
My soul floats out of the window and up above the tower. Suddenly I can see the future of our city. It flashes before my eyes as I float higher and higher. The earth is quickly covered in a blanket of snow and all buildings are desolate. A portal opens by the railway line, without the mages protection, everything is pulled inside.
As I reached the tower of mages, I was greeted by a frail old mage, the elder mage. I could feel the power resonating off of him, but he was weakened. He told em to head to Newcastle, where the successor is waiting. I headed towards the metal ship of land that would ride on the steel tracks towards the borders of our country. It was a short trip towards Newcastle, but as I came closer to the entrances I was stopped by the guards.
The nights are the hardest part. Candles can’t be lit because they attract too much attention from unwanted visitors. Since the snow has spread more and more people have made their way towards our city, but we can offer no refuge. When the long winter comes though, we will be ready.
I can scarcely keep going. I pull a swatch of parchment out of my coat and realise that the marks cover my back also. I summon a blade of grass to my hand and write in its inky essence. I write my story down, to be found on my body, my corpse, for soon that would be all that I am to this world.