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Often our fears are shaped by the conditions of our experiences. Perhaps a generational fear influenced by ancestors. Or perhaps a fear shaped by the actions of our own doing. Never did I think I would have to fear a betrayal. * * * "Weeeeeee!" I exclaim as I skid across the ice. The winter months blanket our usual routes. Delays mean we can play a little longer. "RI BE CAREFUL!" The little voice of young Pea calls from the safety of the shore. I laugh and run to skid across the frozen water again, thudding down into sliding on my side. *Creak* I get back to my feet, still laughing. Such fun! *Creak, creak* What's that? *Creak, crackle, creak..* *CRACK!* S U B M E R G E D. The ice stabs with cold against my chest, I cannot help but gasp. Freezing water rushes into my lungs, the pain is excruciating. Panic sets in. I reach my hands up, the way out. I touch solid ice, the hole by which I was consumed is now out of reach. I become disorientated, not sure which direction is my escape. This is it. This is the end. "Only a moment of your suffering Rogue, we are not done with you yet." A hallucination most certainly as I face death, and the darkness comes across my vision. * * * "-i...-i...Ri...Open your eyes" Pain. A sign I am still alive. I muster strength to pull my eyes open. My vision remains unfocused, Pea's blurry figure stands over me. She is at work. I look down to see she is massaging balm into my hands. I worry I am paralysed as I cannot feel her touch. "For your frostbite" She says no more, focusing on the task. "You saved me..." I croak "I didn't." Her eyes mist over and her lip wobbles. "Tell me.." I muster. "I ran to the boat to get help, and there you were. Soaked through cold and on the brink of snapping the thread, in your own bed. What do you remember?" I wince at remembering the ice water in my lungs. "A v-voice, a warning. My death will be mercy from what is left to come." * * * Eternal suffering? And a fear of winter ice. >>Ri | |