This is the short story I did after skiing with my class and after we had to make up a story envolving some true details about our trip.


Conflict at Krashen Mount
Krashen Mount was one of the smaller mountains in the Icespire Mountains, which was in Icegra. Compared to the other mountains in the region it was the smallest. Most of the mountain was wide open, making it ideal for skiing. A hidden snow elf camp was at the base of Krashen Mount, which meant the snow elves need scouts to continue working on Krashen Mount as bloodreavers wandered the region. That was why the Snow Eagles were formed.

The snow elf brushed his white hair out of his eyes, blue orbs scanning the ski path from under his hood. This path went almost straight down, several paths allowed the skier to go to other parts of Krashen Mount. Aflan, a Snow Eagle scout, pulled his scarf nearer to his nose, preparing for the trip down. It was a beautiful day, if it had been his 1st Seeding he’d have been playing with his friends on the safer slopes. Aflan smiled at the memory, checked his gear and was off.

Cool air met him as he sped down the mountain, he was an excellent skier and only focused on the path ahead. He sliced to the right, going off the main route and onto a more insulated path. As he cut a corner something slammed into him. Aflan was thrown a few feet, losing his skies and scarf.

With elvish grace, Aflan pounced up, grabbing a knife he had in his boot. His sword was beside a tree, his bow and arrows scattered around. The thing that had hit him was a bloodreaver, red furred with a goat head. It was larger then any other one he had seen before, a bloodspiller. Terror whelmed up in Aflan but the Snow Eagle managed to throw his knife, the blade nicked the bloodreaver, barely harming it. Aflan started to his sword, the bloodreaver howled in delight, chasing him. Aflan rolled, grabbing his sword, he ran farther into the trees of the mountain. He unsheathed his sword, dropping the scabbard as he turned. Nothing, then suddenly out of a bush came the bloodreaver, wielding an axe.
He’s stronger then you, get back to the path, others may come, thought Aflan. But that was risky, the terrain here could help him in the fight. Now he had to fight his way back. Crying out to Vanterin, Aflan charged.

The bloodreaver swept out its axe, barely missing Aflan’s ear. He continued on, slashing at the bloodreaver. It ducked and jumped away, making Aflan have to turn back to defend himself.
It’s trying to stop me from making it to the open, thought Aflan. The bloodreaver charged this time, but Aflan decided to gamble, running away to the open after he dodged its attack. Swiftly he came back to the ski path, running for his bow and scattered arrows. Dropping his sword he crouched and aimed his bow at the bushes he’d came from. Silence. Then one of the bushes moved, Aflan fired off his arrow, then realized some tactic the bloodreaver may be using. The snow elf was right, the bloodreaver came howling out of the other bushes, the rustling that been caused by its axe. Aflan reached for the last arrow in his reach, aiming it as he fell to the ground. Now he was farther away from his sword. The bloodreaver came at him, axe raised. At the last moment before it jumped at him, Aflan shot his arrow and rolled away. The bloodreaver fell back as the arrow pierced its flesh, screaming. Aflan watched as the bloodreaver fell back into his sword, it started to slide down the slick slope. Aflan desperately looked around for a weapon, found his knife in the snow. He grabbed it, dropping his bow. The bloodreaver was up again. An idea came to Aflan but it was risky. Aflan took the risk. He charged at the bloodreaver, it the same and as they came into weapon range the snow elf jumped. He jumped over the bloodreaver’s shoulders, rolling away as the bloodreaver wheeled around in confusion. With a final leap he came to his sword, grabbing it too. But he had gained enough momentum to slide down. Aflan got up and as he came farther down, raising his sword. Sure enough the bloodreaver came, Aflan ready. He prepared to weather whatever the shadowSpawn had coming for him. The bloodreaver lashed out with its axe, deflected by Aflan. The Snow Eagle slashed out, blood was drawn from the neck, the perfect white snow not perfect anymore. The bloodreaver jumped at Aflan, trying to pin him down. Aflan fell, his legs caught the bloodreavers, tripping him. Quickly to defend himself, Aflan drew his blade up. The defense became an attack. The bloodreaver fell on him, impaling itself on Aflan’s blade.

Aflan pushed the dead bloodreaver off himself, crawling to retrieve his knife. He cleaned his sword of gore and went up the hill to get his other gear. Lucky for him his skies were not broken, he retied them and started off to the camp, thinking of hot drinks and the warm fire that awaited him.

hmm i liked it