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Yheith

The mist swirled about Yheith's feet, curling about his black trousers, clinging to soft leather boots like the tendrils of an angry plant, the ground completely lost from view. The sod underfoot cushioned his footfalls, soft and yielding, forcing himself to catch his balance, each step threatening to throw him to the abyss that could be lying on either side. Nothing was visible but a purple tinged grayish cloud all around, obscuring everything beyond his arm's length to the left and to the right. Behind him was blackness, in front, an empty void, save one tiny twinkling of green light. That emerald radiance. That is where he must go. It gave off no light to see by, but it beckoned him, tore at his soul, and commanded him to continue to the shadows that contained it. Yheith's feet were becoming heavy and strangely cold, every step requiring more of his will to continue. As he did move on, occasional marble stones broke the mist to the side of the path, carved smooth by an unknown hand. Every so often a stone pillar pierced the mist and darkness in defiance, but each one casting a colder shadow than the icy mist. Still, the unnatural blue light drew him forward. It was closer now and cold stabbed through his boots like shafts of unnatural ice, the warmth of his flowing blood doing little to combat it. Onward he felt drawn, onward he drudged, through the cold, through the pain, but to what? What was the light, and what were the shadows that surrounded it? Yheith looked closer, trying to penetrate the shadow with teary eyes of pain. Blinking in disbelief, he realized the shadows did not contain the light, they were cast by the light, and they were taking shape. Yheith realized he was no longer moving; at least his legs were frozen in place, hoarfrost collecting up to his thighs. He could not move forward, yet the light was coming closer and the shadows continued to take form. Yheith looked down to see blue-gray hands with blackened and broken nails clawing their way up his legs from the mist, trying to pull him down. Reflexively, he reached for his rapier at his side, but his hand came up empty, he was without that which he was never without. Fear set in as the incredibly cold hands pulled him through the giving ground to his knees. The icy hands grappled for his torso, chilling with their touch, the smell of death and decay assaulting his nostrils. He looked up once more to see the light just up ahead, beginning to glow brighter

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