Submission (#46) Approved

Nyx can see the peak of the mountain. Just a couple more hours of climbing before she reaches the top. The sun is setting and she was wondering if she should stay up all night and reach it in the morning when the sun comes back up. As the sun goes down, it gets windier. She realized a snowstorm was about to come. She is exhausted from all the walking and climbing so she decides to find a place to camp at. It quickly turns dark as the snow begins to hurl around. The visibility levels begin to decrease dramatically. She ended up finding a small rock corner where she can sit and rest for only a short amount of time.

Her hands and toes are getting cold. She looks around her but sees nothing in sight. She used her hat and scarf to warm up her hands and feet. It somewhat worked but it is still cold. Without shelter, she’s doomed to not make it to the top.


She felt like giving up and that there is no way out of the cold. Her hunger made everything so much worse. She felt like dying in the bitter coldness of the storm. But she couldn’t give up so easily, not after she was almost to the top. So after Nyx is ready, she continues on the path, but the coldness has made it so much harder to navigate around. She collapsed, but in front of a small den-like place. She slowly crawled in, shivering in the cold. She felt a lot warmer inside the den. She opened her eyes and saw a place that looked like someone’s home. There was a comfy feather bed, a wooden table, and an ice tub filled with pieces of meat. There is a campfire area on the back of the den. She slowly got up. Her muscles are heavy and sore from all the walking. She went and prepared herself some food using the campfire and the meat. Fortunately, there is enough to bring some with her on the rest of her journey.

She decided to stay here for the night. She heated some water up and took a bath, Then she sat in front of the campfire and warmed up. She felt nice and cozy. She hadn’t felt this way ever since she went on this journey to the top, so she was happy to feel this way again. There was a crate with some other clothes, jackets, blankets, and more. She decided to take an extra jacket, mittens, and socks to bring along in her journey.

Soon it was time for bed. She felt sleepy and she laid on the feathery bed. It felt so nice and comfy. She quickly dozed off, planning to finish the adventure the next day.

The outside snowstorm howled as it was said to be the deadliest snowstorm at all times. Anyone caught in this snowstory would be guaranteed death unless they find shelter. The news forecast said that the temperature went below -50 degrees F and wind speeds 104 mph.

It’s a relief that Nyx was lucky enough to find shelter, or else she would have never made it to the top.