porkyandthemob

The cold bit sorely. His head throbbed. It was dark and silent. The small sliver of moon gave almost no light, but that did not stop him. The frozen region in which he traveled was vast, dark and almost devoid of life. Determined, he chose to push forward, making his path along the ridge of a small bluff. There was no protection from the howling wind there; however he walked briskly, unencumbered by the immense snow drifts below. His feet sank just an inch or two with a slight crunch at each step. He walked into the night, testing the way before him with his long staff. In the distance a quick flicker of light compelled him on. He walked faster.