The Way Ahead

Chapter 9: A Chilly Reception

Chapter 9: A Chilly Reception

Edwin woke up shivering. At some point overnight, it seemed that the cloud cover had returned and, combined with his higher elevation, what would have been a light drizzle was instead a dusting of snow. As he yawned himself awake, he watched his breath steam in the frigid air, being caught by faint eddies and carried away. He blew on his hands, rubbing them together in an effort to restore feeling to his fingers. After briefly trying and failing to breathe fire- because why wouldnt he?- he rubbed his hands together while calling faintly on his magic.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Firestarting

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Basic Mana Manipulation 12

As he had expected and hoped, calling on his mana was far easier to do once he had the skill. And if his skills were this much more effective with what meager amounts of power he had at level 1- well, level 2 now- he could only imagine what he might be able to accomplish once he was able to channel more than an iota of power. Of course, that may have just been because he knew what he was doing this time, but he liked to dream. That Skilled Arcanist path was looking quite tempting and was absolutely the next one he was filling out. Only, ah 46 points to go.

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45 points to go. If he was lucky, Basic Mana Manipulation might even upgrade, and wouldnt that be fun? He did wonder how skill evolution worked, but with only one data point to go off of, it was impossible to say if it was a regular occurrence, something that happened really rarely, or only happened because of his unique path.

Just one foot in front of the other, keep going until you either reached your destination or failed. Simple as that. A bit of magical fire kept him going without frostbite, even as the weather around him continued to worsen, forming half-corporeal figures for mere instants before being torn apart. Head down and hunched over, keep in mind which direction is uphill to avoid getting turned around, just struggle through, you could manage it.

He was on his own. There was nobody to count on, no last-minute rescue team, no hiking partner with extra food and water. Not that there ever was, but the simple knowledge that he would do this on his own- and he would do this- Just him, trekking across the hostile terrain as he looked for any kind of shelter. He even had magic of his own helping him. Anything around him, he could see. Just make sure to cast a glance up around every few steps to ensure nothing new loomed in front of him. After a few failed glances, though, he almost gave up. He wanted to give up, but he couldnt. So, he kept trying again and again, just in case this time hed find what he was looking for. Something, anything to help keep the pervasive chill away before it became a fully fledged blizzard. He might be able to survive if he dug into the snowbank, but it would be much simpler with something solid to use as shelter.

It would be so easy to just admit defeat and dig in. The snow was at least a couple feet deep, and if he got started now, he could probably excavate enough of a trench that he would be able to lie in it with a small break for the wind. Between that and his magic used through Firestarter, he would most likely survive the coming storm. Then it was just a matter of hoping it would blow over in the course of hours, instead of days. Though if it lasted for days then he was dead already. Shelter wouldnt help in that case, wouldnt keep him alive through such biting winds, wouldnt help him if he started to starve, so why even keep looking? Any benefit it might provide would probably be offset by the effort needed to find it and make it suitable for his purposes.

Ahead of him, Edwin thought he saw another potential shelter- a rock sticking up out of the ground. As he got closer, though, he realized it was just a drift, which collapsed as he approached. Kicking it despondently, he realized it was built around a tiny bush, which he spent a couple of minutes trying to work into some kind of functional shelter, before finally admitting to himself that hed never manage to get anything from it. Really, why did he even bother? He should have known that nothing would be out here that would actually serve as a windbreak. He figured that out after just a handful of failed attempts, why would the next attempt be any more successful? No shelter would actually protect him, and his attempts to actually use them for help were just wasted effort.

Maybe he shouldnt have left his tiny hollow after all. But if he had, that would have meant admitting defeat before even trying, and consigning the entire day of exploration as a loss, a thought which rankled him. He could stop right here and make a bank for himself, which would probably keep him safe. He should stop here. Honestly, the wind was picking up at a rate where he wasnt sure if he could make one in time. Every step was a struggle at this point, and his feet were freezing. Not wet, fortunately, that would have been really bad, but still insanely cold. Theyd need careful tending to once he found shelter, which had to be close, right? He needed shelter. Hed never make it on his own. He hoped that he could somehow magically stumble over what he needed, but that was wishful thinking. Finding shelter required effort, despite the terminology used, you didnt just find it.

The only thing keeping him going at this point was his magic. Every time he stopped to look around, he summoned the ethereal fire to fight off frostbite, then pressed onwards. Around him, the wind almost threatened to carry him away, whipping snow around him and drastically lowering his visibility. All he could make out now were vague impressions of his surroundings at best. He was all but cut off from even the hope of finding cover.

Edwin sighed. There was no escape. No shelter was going to show itself before it was too late, and he just needed to focus on digging into his own blizzard-survival trench or else risk dying out in the cold. He didnt want to give up, though. Even though every time he had seen something which looked promising it had turned out to be either completely inadequate or a trick of his imagination, he still believed that there had to be something nearby. He just hadnt found it yet. Just one more minute, then hed give up. Just one more minute.

Edwin plodded along, huddled and shivering. One foot in front of the other, his footsteps being filled in with snow the same instant his feet were pulled clear, there was no way to tell if he was going in circles, save his intuition that uphill was still to his right. Who could really tell at this point? Everything was a white blanket, and he could scarcely tell up from down.

Then, as Edwin prepared to actually, finally give up, a misplaced foot brought him tumbling down a hole into what seemed to be a small cave, the snow having all but buried it until it was practically invisible. Down here, though, it was dry and out of the cutting winds. No longer was he at risk of losing himself to the storm. Here, he had comfort and the potential for warmth. It was perfect.

Edwin breathed a sigh of relief. Falling asleep here wouldnt be permanent. As he huddled into a tiny ball- anything to reduce his contact with the frigid air- and summoned the spectral flames of his magical Firestarter, all he could think as he drifted to sleep was how glad that this time, he hadnt given up.