I am  speechless................................

If you see words in everything, and everything in words, you are a poet.

Day 10

Booksy Owly was soaring. The wind that her wildly flapping wings created whipped around her, throwing her hair over her shoulders. It was too dark to see the snow below, but she felt it there, like an acute pain driving at her numb toes. The harder she forced her wings to flap, the more difficult it was to keep her legs from dropping out of their perpendicular position. If she let her slippered feet drop out of formation, she would probably plummet into the darkness. Not quite sure of where she was going, Booksy kept flying. Flying into the mystic terror of darkness. She wanted to go home, where there were trees, houses and people. She wanted to flee from this desolate place. If only she could figure out how. If only she had not grabbed Brookeira by the shoulders, carrying her away from whatever was inside the mountain. If only her fingers had not slipped. 

Brookeira was falling. One second she had been struggling to cling to Booksy Owly as the mountain exploded in a roar of sound, the next second the cold was whistling around her ears. It really was only for a second, so Brookeira had no time to think of something to stop her from plunging feet-first into the snow. The impact was so shocking that for a second she didn’t know where she was or what was going on. It was like some part of Brookeira was still falling through the cold darkness, and had not quite caught up with the other part of Brookeira, who was half-buried in the snow. It didn’t take very long for the lost half of Brookeira to fall however, and with a jolt of sudden pain streaking up her legs, she realized that she was half buried in the snow that covered Decepmyth. She began to wonder how deep the snow was, what was underneath it, and why it never seemed to melt. It was really as cold as she had expected either, and it didn’t have the wetness that... well... the other snow had. The normal snow. Quickly, Brookeira began kicking and wriggling into an almost flat position on the snow banks. Finally, one foot came unstuck, then the other. The snow wasn’t quite as cold as she thought it was. Even though it numbed her red bare feet, it wasn’t such a painful cold as a thrilling cold. Brookeira looked backwards, towards the mountain, which she could just make out in the blackness. It had stopped shaking. 

Elizabeth was alone. She sat up suddenly, fear clutching at her heart. Was it all a dream? No. It wasn’t. There was the mountain... it had been rumbling, hadn’t it? Or had she dreamed the roaring noises which protruded into her peace? Whether it had been rumbling or hadn’t, it was now still. And dark. Elizabeth couldn’t see the mountain, even though it was nearby, but she could feel its outline: its acute angles lightly sprinkled with snow. Was the mountain made of rock? There were no rocks anywhere else, only snow. The safe, comfortable feeling that she had felt earlier was gone now. Where was John? Would it be morning soon? Would it ever be morning? It was so dark... so dark. Elizabeth stood. Her feet sunk into the snow, and it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. She needed light to see the mountain, to uncover its secrets, to find John, and piece together the missing parts of the story. Only half knowing what she was doing, Elizabeth raised her arms in a swooping motion. She concentrated on the light she needed, and it appeared. Swirling, brightening, illuminating-slowly growing bigger: revealing the snow, the mountain, and the secrets. Light flooded through her, coming from her, though she didn’t understand how. Then she remembered something, something that she thought had always been within her without her knowing it. 

The snow belonged to someone else,

the wind was mind to keep,

and light lit up the wintry scene

while summer was asleep. 

A lantern on a snowy plain

gave light to those who slept,

but onward ever stayed the snow

with secrets to be kept.

She did not realize she had spoken until the last word left her lips.  

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