You'd be tempted to go back home, except you hear something on the wind.
Drial wa, drial wa, drial wa,it whispers, that foreign voice now familiar to you. It is the same voice that spoke to you before.
Eip tolk yia drat yia wire krose!The words, once unfamiliar, slowly begin to translate themselves in your ears.
I told you that you were close!You hear it, yes, and your heart begins to accelerate in your chest. It is adrenaline, it is excitement ... but perhaps, too, it is fear.
The wind leads you upward, into the strange, looming shadows of the sudden storm.
You have to squint your eyes against the pain of the razor-like rain droplets. But as you correct your vision, you swear the path ahead of you is glowing. You swear that somewhere, up around the bend of this very hill, you can see a glowing snowbank. It is a strange beacon of light against the darkness of the sky around you, and it radiates with an otherworldly energy.
Yes. You know what you must do. Do not give up now! You are here.The voice floats around you, as if embedded into the heart of the storm itself.
And then it disappears, leaving you with the path. Do you venture into the storm, or do you run away?