The mist

Daniel and Edward are nearly to the top of the mountain when a sudden blizzard hits. Walking on an icy path they head higher looking for a cave to seek shelter. The blizzard tears at their faces and hands, burning them as the wind is so cold. When approaching a cave Daniel slips falling down the edge of the path hanging on by one hand.

"Argh!", he yells.

"Daniel," screams Edward as both him and Locks jump for him.

They go to grab a hold of his hand but are just too late. The ice deck Daniel is holding on to breaks, sending him to his death. A massive gust of wind throws Edward and Locks backwards, they crawl into the cave and take shelter.

Kiev and Harold reach Chirolak where there is a group of people waiting. A man runs upto them.

"You are the people looking for the beasts, aren't you, well did you find anything", he asks anxiously.

"No, the beasts that supposedly inhabit the mountains, do not exist, they were all lies and fiction, just a figment of man's imagination", replied Harold.

"The only thing up there is death, and madness", adds Kiev.

Locks and Edward cover themselves up from the freezing temperature. In the cave the whistling of the wind is unbearable. Edward and Locks speak to keep warm.

"We're going to die, aren't we", asked Edward.

"I think so boy", replies Locks chattering his teeth.

"And for what, for nothing i didn't see a mystical creature. Do you still believe in them now?".

"No, I don't believe in nothing", Locks says lowering his head.

"So What was it those people saw you think?".

Locks disn't reply.

"Locks", Edward says pushing him.

Locks falls over and hits the ground hard with his eyes open, he is dead.

Edward doesn't move he just stares in disbelief of what just happened.

At night he sets off out the cave and tries to make it back to the bottom of the mountain. The blizzard is still furing. He walked for hours and hours before falling face first into the snow. He rolls and looks over off the cliff he fell near. He sees the morning sun slowly beginning to rise, half covered by another hug mountain in the distance. As he stares he can slowly make out a small blue flying object. It comes closer and closer as the snow hits Edwards face. Suddenly it is right in fornt of him, it spreads its wings and slowly lands on a rock in front of Edward. It seems to be a bird, made out of a shiny substance, as it flicks its wings snow sprays and is glistened by the sun. It stares into Edwards eyes as it spreads its wings. It is Icetal one of the mystical creatures of The Mist.