Myrrdinn

Darkness and cold. That was everything. It was on all sides, pressing on him, telling him to give in. He wanted to give in, but something nagged at the back of his mind. He needed to stay awake, but why? He couldn't remember. It escaped him everytime he tried. And the darkness continued to beckon to him. It whispered of releif, of escape from the cold. Somehow it was ironic. Cold was a friend, but he couldn't remember why. Cold yelled his name when he was leaving. Cold was yelling for him to come back, to stay, to fight the dark. A dot of lightformed in front of him. Yes, cold was agood friend, but there were more. More friends in the back