Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 53. Icy Fate
53. Icy Fate
Eryndor was buried in the snow after his impact, his body disfigured and bruised. His clothes torn and soaked in blood, his state was nothing to look at. He drifted in and out of consciousness repeatedly, his thoughts were disrupted like fireworks, they never cane with logic or sense. He would come in and out of this blank state to see a world of white, a part of him strangely waited for the mountain wolf king to come for him and devour him but it never came. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
There were times where he would hear it howling in the distance making him to assume that it was still after him. Another time he woke up to find his body fully submerged in the snow, this time his thoughts were less scrambled. Perhaps due to this disorder or his battered body he could not command any of his body parts to move. There was also a recurring drumming in his head which he assumed to be a headache, also his body temperature was burning and he was out of mana to even begin to do his body tempering art.
He was alone and his chances of survival was slim but that wasn’t new to him— he had always been alone. The only people who were remotely close to him in his previous life all helped him only to exploit him, to betray him, to make fun of him.
Eryndor felt himself being forced into a deep slumber, he knew it could only be death. He had no plans of dying anytime soon but it death really did come for him, he had no way to refuse in his current state.
"Please just this once let me live", he wished inwardly.
The mountains went silent for a few hours save for the billows of icy wind and the occasional display of the beasts in the area and soon it was night. Eryndor’s fate was unknown as no one came to his aid not even his uncle. Whatever would become of him, he had no power over it.
Time rolled by and soon the sun was bathing the world in it’s crimson light, the world came back to life. So did a young elf boy who seemed to have had a great deal of the world’s trouble dealt to him.
Eryndor’s eyes shut open at an unusual speed as if something had woken him up from his permanent slumber. He was first greeted by the blinding light which took minutes for him to adjust to, afterwards he was startled and confused as to how he had survived till another day. In normal prospect there was no way he would survive till night and nowhere had seen another day, he felt something was unusually wrong somewhere.
He wondered if someone had saved him perhaps, the first change he noticed was how warm his body was. He seemed to be soaked in sweat which was unusual considering the conditions he was in. The next thing he noticed was how hard and rough the ground was, now that was a real eye opener.
Where had all the snow gone? Was this a joke? Did Thalvarin come to save him eventually?
Eryndor knew laying there would not offer him any answers so he betrayed his fatigued body and rolled into a crawling position and tried to push himself to his feet and fell repeatedly, his ribs did not seem to work as they should. Left with no option he crawled as far as he could till he reached higher ground, when he had reached a considerable height he turned and looked back.
A muffled scream escaped his lungs causing his sore throat to ache. Looking back he saw the reason why he was fine, he had been in the middle of a huge crater. Every thing around it was dry, there was no snow or trace of water. It was like someone had dropped a bomb there or turned on a really expensive heater.
Eryndor did not even consider the fact that it was his magic, as far as he knew he was tapped out. Even at the moment he had only recovered a bit of his mana, he felt more afraid than reassured by the fact that someone or something so powerful existed in the world and chose to support him. What had he done to deserve such support.
"This is nuts." He said in a raspy voice. "What on earth did this?"
The crazy but was that it all seemed to originated from where he had laid meaning that he was infact the cause of it, but there was no way that was him— right?
Eryndor doubted his sanity but was grateful for being alive, he knew he had to get out of the vicinity as soon as he could. He could figure things out if he was still alive, that would not be possible if he died. Grabbing into a long stick Eryndor navigated around till he found his sword laying in the floor, it looked to be in good condition to him but one could never really tell in these situations. His right knee was more or less broken or dislocated and every movement hurt, he bowed to make the mountain wolf king experience much worse than he did.
As he moved through the icy forest he prayed he would not meet any beast, that would be a sure sudden death. The sound of rushing water drew his attention, the thirst in his throat clawed at him for water. He could not resist, he had not had a drink of water in two days? Three? He had no idea.
After a few minutes of navigating his way the sparkles that reflected if the icy waters could be visible at a little distance. Caution was his trademark of the day and he carried it with pride, in one hand was his walking stick and in the other his sword. He looked left and right before approaching the flowing stream of water, there were chunks of ice floating around in it.
Eryndor did not care if it was too cold to drink, his thirst overwhelmed him and he walked into the shallow end of the stream before dropping into it and burying his head into it as he drank greedily. His wounds froze from contact with the water but he ignored it, his teeth threatened to explode from the chill but he did not pay it more attention.
A moment later he had a visitor that demanded his attention. His eyes under water he saw a huge black figure swimming for him at a rapid speed, it would be on him in a matter of seconds. Eryndor kicked back and started to put as much distance as he could between him and the creature of the deep.
"Shit, why do things always get worse?" He hissed as he felt something chomp on his leg causing him to fall down into the icy water and face his gruesome fate.
