On his futuristic telecommunication device, Isaiah was contacting the other world, Nova. He was telling them that something very dangerous was advancing their way. They were shocked, there was always peace between the two worlds, never war or beasts. Isaiah could barely hear over the howl of the wind and the crunch of the ice under him. Whatever these tracks were from, it had to be something big.

 

Climbing up the mountain, sweat dripping down his forehead and turning into ice from the blizzard, Isaiah howled with pain. The climate was gaining in intensity. He almost couldn’t take it; after all he only had a few more pairs of warm clothes in his rucksack. The mountain was very rocky, sharp and fierce, slitting Isaiah’s gloves into oblivion in only a few minutes. He didn’t know how he was going to make it, he was only 20 metres off the ground, and already he is in pain and discomfort.