[Village in the snow] by ScifiRejex & Silvershot - Blue Strokes

At a far distance, a woman in a white hood was in the middle of a blizzard, she looked like she was looking for something.

She didn't show any expression, nor did she cover her face, she was willing to punish her face for no reason, "where is it?" she said frustrated, she looked at her map and there was a circle, and in that circle that resembled a village, she walked and walked until she came across a pillar that looked like it was about to fall on her but it didn't as it was ceased in thick ice.

She saw a language engraved on the pillar, a language she was familiar with, "If you must choose to follow then you know what the hollow." She didn't understand what it was saying and walked past it.

After reading what the engraving said, she began to see visions of a village, a village that looked happy.

The visions became more aggressive with each scraping step, using all her might to lift her leg, she slowly took to the ground face first with pain in her mind impaling the snow.

She looked at the ground and only saw snow or so she thought until she caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye, she placed her hand on the snow and moved it out of the way as she saw something that was lying under it, it was Ice but there was something or rather someone who was frozen in the ice.

The visions returned but more chaotic, they showed her the village facing a tsunami-like blizzard and the minute she knew, her eyes shrank and she fell face first on the snow.

She shivers not from ice but from fear, her tears immediately froze at the sense they appeared.

She stood up and looked around with a baffled look on her face as if she didn’t know who or where she was turning her head at every corner and touching every inch of her face, she looked down at the ice with the person with an even more shocked reaction than before then a knife fell out her sleeve, she began bashing the ice, trying to open it.

"Who are these? Why sit here in twilight?

Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,

Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish,

Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked?

Stroke on stroke of pain,- but what slow panic,

Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?

Ever from their hair and through their hands' palms

Misery swelters. Surely we have perished

Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?

\-These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.

The memory of fingers in their hair of murders,

Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.

Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wanders,

Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.

Always they must see these things and hear them,

The batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,

Carnage is incomparable, and humans squander

Rucked too thick for these men's extrication.

Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormented

Back into their brains, because of their sense

Sunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black;

Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh.

\-Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,

The awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.

\-Thus their hands are plucking at each other;

Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;

Snatching after us who smote them, brother,

Pawing us who dealt them war and madness."

She stopped as her knife broke and the ice started to crack, she looked at her broken knife and her hands shivering and there she saw madness in herself.

The cracks became bigger before she could hear the sound in her mind, it grew louder and louder until a loud bang occurred.

She woke up in a fisherman's shack in the middle of nowhere, he stood up and went to check if she was fine to which she replied, "no I am not fine, I was never fine, I'll never be fine! Who am I? What am I? Do I even exist?"

She couldn't hear herself as she was acting insane, the fisherman looked at her and replied, "I don't know\... You tell me!" he handed her a compass and walked into the blizzard.

She looked at the compass and realized the fisherman left his map, she looked at the map and saw that he too was looking for the village as there was a circle to where the woman was before.

She knew it wasn't her’s as hers had a broken part of the map from the left, she returned to the shack to help her mind but doing so only left her blind.

She closed her eyes taking a deep breath to help clear her mind in any way but when she exhaled and opened them, she saw a village that was beaming a bright light, she exited the shack and ran to the beam.

It was like what her vision was, she found a village and there she saw villagers going about their daily lives, she didn't understand what was happening, she walked up to the village with the villagers looking at her with smiles.

But as she walked further, these smiles became painted smiles and they sent a negative impact on the hooded woman. She couldn't bear seeing their creepy smiles and she pulled out a pistol, she pointed at one of the painted-smiles kids but she drop the pistol realizing that she had done this before.

Her mind filled with amnesia and with a battle against her humanity, she began remembering the cruel things she had done to these villagers, the villagers turned to spirits and they swirled around the hooded woman aggressively, she looked at what they were doing and she thought she could see a tombstone.

It didn't have her name but rather, it was the names of those she had corrupted, their lives, the spirits stop and one approached her. "you won't get tired of dying will you?" the spirit said in a childish voice.

"Yes," she replied, the spirits flashed a bright baby blue light and everything went white.

At a far distance, a woman wearing a white hood in the middle of a blizzard, looked like she was looking for something or rather someone. She pulled out a wanted poster with the white hooded woman who had a bounty of $120,000 and her name was... "Ember the Twisted Soul."

Dead or Alive!

The end.