I dove in head first. My face plunged into the black icy cold water. I could see nothing. I could feel nothing but the pounding of my heart behind my ribs. My head emerged from the dark water and I began to swim frantically ahead. As my legs kick harder they hit the hands and the faces of the dead staring up from beneath me. They once too tried to make this journey and failed, they became a slave to this icy dungeon forever.
I would not be brought down however, I will work harder than they did and I will get there. My body is beyond a description of cold that anyone would be able to understand. My mind remains focused though.
I feel a tug around my ankles, most the feeling had gone from my lower extremities but I can tell that it is my ankle that is caught. I try and move on but it is still caught on something. I then feel myself slowly being pulled back. I fight forward but I am being forced under. I kick and kick and kick. Somehow I loosen whatever grip was on me, because I move off closer.
It will be a tremendous day when I reach it, I have secretly watched it for so long, and now it was just my turn to jump for it. I hope it is just as good as it looked from across the lake. I wonder whether I will be disappointed at it's touch. To hold the beautiful green light in my palms should give me the warmest feeling of all after that chilling journey. But we shall see, we shall see.
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