𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒

Intruduction

I wrote a haiku based on this painting, which you can read here

I thought it deserved a story as well.

I found it on The Enchanted Booklet here:

The music is "The Storm" by HAVASI feat. Lisa Gerrard

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒

The traveller had been trudging through the blizzard since he could remember. He was freezing and was sure his extremities were blue, even though he was clad in warm furs.

He needed to find shelter soon, or he would freeze to death, and the storm was not letting up; he felt it wanted him to die.

In the distance on a small hill, he thought that he saw a huge tree that would provide some shelter for him, and maybe save his life.

He thought he had found safety when he reached the tree, but as he drew near, he saw the claw and the face of the spirit of the storm.

He turned to run, but the storm took him and drew him into its jaws.

He knew he would not see the dawn.