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| - | ====== Red Blossom ====== | ||
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| - | Knee-deep in the snow, Raeg' | ||
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| - | He jumped out into the cold, and started looking for large depressions in the snow, sign of a rift. //It's been hours and I found nothing. At least, the wind has dwindled to a gentle breeze//. He heard another roar, deeper, more dangerous. He turned and saw an avalanche rushing toward him. //No time to seek shelter or to outrun it. I must hold to something solid//. He looked around him and saw the head of a rock. //It’s small enough to be embraced but it should be large enough to uphold//. He ran as fast as the snow allowed him and succeeded to take a hold of it. The avalanche struck him like a raging boar. The rock broke in two and the flow took him. He tried to keep his head up but ice blocks and rocks were constantly ramming into him. A huge rock hit his head and knocked him down. | ||
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| - | He awoke and his whole body felt broken. He opened his eyes, and saw that he was hanging in a huge rift. //I can't see the damn bottom of this crack//. He saw his rope above. //Damn it, it’s too far, I can't take it back//. He looked up and saw that a sharp rock had skewered his cloak. //It could have easily been me//. He looked to the opposite side, a good six feet away, and saw a red dot a bit to the left. He heard his cloak being teared down and felt himself fall several inches. He put his feet on the wall and pushed all he could. He felt a deep pain in his left knee. Getting momentum, he heard his cloak give way and the tension in his back disappeared. He started to fall quickly but he grasped a fissure in the opposite wall with his right hand. He could see it clearly now, a red blossom just three feet to the left. He gripped the fissure with his other hand and stabilized himself. He heaved himself up using his feet to support his weight. The pain in his knee deepened. In a cry, he grasped the blossom. //I have it, I must come back quickly, I don’t know how long I have passed out//. | ||
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| - | He slowly and painfully climbed the dozen of feet from the surface. The snow had totally stopped to fall. He could see were he was. //The avalanche has brought me only a couple of hours from the village and from my daughter//. He ran through the snow, like a boar plowing with his tusks. He left behind a trail of red blood from his wounds. He arrived in the village at dusk and run toward the shaman’s lodge. “She’s with your wife, Raeg' | ||
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| - | Everyone looked at him. “Do you have it ?”, the shaman asked. Without bothering to answer, he gave her the blossom. She took them in her leathery hands and squeezed them while murmuring some incantations. His wife was holding their daughter. She looked pale. //Too pale//. The shaman forced the red mixture into her mouth. They waited, hearing no sound but the creaking fire in the fireplace. He heard a cough. //The best sound I ever heard//. Life was blooming into their daughter and she began to cry. Colors have gained her cheeks. She looked alive and beautiful, like a red blossom. | ||
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