The Story of A Man

The first thing that Arthur saw was a mountain range of extreme frost. He was looking through the eyes of someone and could see their breath leave a white trail behind it. 

"I'm cold," A voice spoke to him and his vision turned into a small body tucked beneath his heavy leather clothing. A small head and hand were shaking as they clung to his chest. 

"We're not far, please endure a bit longer." The voice that came out from him was shaking as well, weirdly, it was in a language foreign to him. But he 'remembered' the meaning of the words. 

The frost drilled through their bones as the steps carried them across the mountain range. At the end of it, there was a small cottage that has taken refugee beside one steep cliff. The light coming from its windows worked like hope in their despair.