The Edge

On my adventures I never thought I'd find the Edge.

My tribe had prophecies of people finding the Edge, some tribespeople ventured out on their own, others were chosen, but out of everyone who left, no one ever returned.

I had always wanted to go, but, days before I left on my own accord, I was chosen.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. My supplies were running low, but I was determined. Trudging through the thick snow, along vast barren spaces and navigating huge dense forests, I saw no signs of life.

Just as I left the last few trees behind me, I saw it, the Edge. I stopped in my tracks, admiring what was in front of me, the end of our world. The ground started to tremble, I rapidly dove to the floor and laid as still as possible, just as I'd been taught. Our tribe called them worldshakes, the ground trembled shortly before everything shook violently. The disturbed snow drifted high into the air, and when the ground stopped shaking and the trembling settled, it fell again, slowly, beautifully, blanketing the world around me.

I found myself entranced, walking clumsily to the Edge. I lifted and outstretched my hand, the Edge was cold to touch and I could see only my reflection. Looking up, the Edge rose high above and behind me, all the way up and over. Our snowy land was surrounded, enclosed, there was no escape, I'd found the Edge of our Snowglobe.