If no one cares for you, do you really exist? Comments on self
I used to look like this: cold, hard, and ruthless. Rude, annoying, heartless. Dramatic, pathetic, and stupid.
But I am much better. A year stuck on Golemus Golemicarum has made sure of that.
I am Ice Winterland.
Nestled in the Valley of the North, wrested in between mountains on all sides, there was a kingdom but of Elves, Elves born of the bright green leaves of the summer, and the white snow of the winter.
A little Elf named Ice Winterland was born to a wealthy Elf family in the hardest part of winter. She never got to see her friends or do anything she wanted outside of home because being born in winter was a bad omen. She was born with the power to control cold weather. People who were threat to her were often times found frozen solid in their own homes. Everyone knew who the culprit was, but everyone was afraid of her father.
Her parents arranged her to marry a boy named Estelon when she was fifteen. The moment they met, they fell in love. But then, something happened that Ice did not intend.
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One day, Estelon called upon her late in the evening, when the rest of the land was comfortly nestled in the nooks and crannies of Sleep. When Ice had sleepily answered him with hollow tones, he said it was a surprise for her. Stumbling about with weariness, she followed him out of the village toward the Forbidden Mountains.
Halfway up the tallest mountain, Estelon suddenly stopped, causing Ice to bump into him. "What is it?" Ice asked irritably. Estelon put a finger to his lips.
"Listen," he whispered. Ice ceased her heavy breathing and did as he asked. At first only the buzzing silence was heard, along with the far way sound of a blacksmith starting the day. Then she heard it. A slight wooshing noise, as if water were being pushed back in forth in a giant tub. As they got closer to the mountain's only cave, the noise became louder and louder.
Upon entering the wet cave, a wave of light hit the two Elves, and Ice had to sheild her gray eyes from the torrent of light. Mustering up the strength to look without being blinded, she slowly raised her eyes, and what she saw both disgusted her and took her breath away.
A huge mass of green liquid was suspended in midair, grossly pulsing greenish light. As it swirled, it flung droplets of itself across the cave which was why it was so wet. At each pulse, images surfaced of great warriors moving across barren land, carrying torches; strange creatures battling as an assorment of people jeered them on; a man trapped behind iron bars, crying and moaning to be let free. Some images were even wonderful. A small child toddled across a field to his mother; a white stallion running across a field of broken sheilds and swords; a man and woman swirling to music at a carnival.
Suddenly, she was pushed from behind toward the pulsating monster. Ice was sucked into the portal of images.
Her last image of her world was Estelon cackling maniacally as she screamed and thrashed to be let free of the swirling mass.
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The portal heaved Ice out of its depths onto a hardwood floor, then disappeared with a sucking noise. She found herself in a small, cosy cabin. it was furnished with a wooden desk, a chair, and a couch that been sat on too many times. The desk was cluttered with old maps and papers, ink and quills, and a globe labeled "MD" in large, swirling letters. The wall was plastered with a map, also labeled "MD." A ladder led up to a square opening in the roof, and she could hear the sounds of an ocean wafting through the open door.
A man sat behind the desk, reading a book. When she landed on the floor, he didn't even look up.
"Hello," he said lazily. "Welcome to MagicDuel."
He had said it a hundred times. And he would say it a hundred times more.
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Name: Ice Winterland
Names Called: Miss Winterland, Ice
Age: 1,254 (Elf years), 25 (human years)
Description: Blonde, almost white hair; blue eyes with a swimmy look; petite, and very skinny; porpotional for size
Attire: Long, white dress; brown sandals
Personality: Nervous; blushes alot; shy; kind
Likes: the color green, mice, cats, insects, water, snow
Dislikes: dishonesty, meaness, unrest
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Who is that girl?
Once a devil, always a devil they say
I beg to differ
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"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference."
-The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
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I woke up in the morning
And rose up out of the East Mountains
I began my travels across the sky
When I was done
I settled into the West Mountains
And watched the moon take my place
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Before I woke up
I saw soaring castles
Diving mermaids
Flying faeries
And lumbering beasts
So, please, sir
Which way is it
To Dream-land?
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I am like the silent snake that no one notices
That was born small
Never reaching the expections
Hiding and waiting in the tall grass
Then, suddenly striking out
Tearing its' fangs into the heart of its victim
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