Nestáron Dawnstrider
His whole body ached,
Every inch of skin pierced by sharp blades of ice.
The ice’s frost seeped into his skin, penetrating the outer epidermis and reacting violently to the undulating warmth within;
Twin dragons of hot and cold,
Spiraling in a dance of push and pull,
Sending both sweat and goosebumps across his skin.
Cold but warm,
Sharp but dull.
Strings of energy pulled at him.
A constant tug.
A constant tightening.
Tiny pricks of pain.
Tiny shards of jagged edges digging slowly and purposefully into his heart.
All of his pain,
All of his heartache,
All of his fears,
Permeated into his psyche
Permeated deeply into his heart.
There was no escape now,
No sanctuary from the cold,
No safe harbor from the rough seas.
The delicate balance once easily maintained
Stood shredded like tattered bits of clothes strewn across the floor.
