A legend said..

A wicked flower will appear once in a million years.

In the cold snow of winter only..

That flower will consume the coldness of the air and keep the winter much longer

than any other year..

Vincent was a young man living in the time of that long last winter.

He was hungry, half way to be frozen and he needed food.

That man walk in the forest, away from is village and desperate to kill a deer.

Armed only with his bow and arrows.

Vincent courageously go through the snow storm, knowing he will probably die anyway if he

stay in his cabin.

He walk, and walk far in the deep darkness of the forest.

The only sounds of his footsteps and the wind howling can be heard, and nothing seems to be bright for him

at this moment.

The hunger is painful, the energy of his will to live still keep him awake though.

But he know if he don't find food yet, he won't be alive much longer.

As the sky get darker, and the clouds keep any source of light to be here for him.

Vincent walk now completely in the obscurity, and feel lost.

Then after a moment of pure realisation that he cannot find anything out here.

He decide get back home..

Afraid to die there and alone.

He look up in the sky and see nothing at all. But he can hear the air passing him and feel it.

How much has he walked..? He think.

When his eyes look in front of the path he made with his feet in the snow, Vincent saw two small lights

in the black night.

Among the forest, there was a living creature there..

Waiting.. And starring at him right in the soul.

Vincent didn't think twice and draw his bow quickly.

Ready to defend himself against something he don't see

but as a mere shadow..

Something was evil in those bright yellow eyes..

As the cold made its way in the fur coat of Vincent, he start to feel way weaker than he was.

And more pairs of yellow eyes open in the distance.

Wolves.. He think for himself with no words out.

The young man begin to stretch the cord of his bow with an arrow and shoot.

But the wind run against the projectile and he don't hear anything percuting on the ground..

The eyes in the darkness, look at the direction of where the arrow finaly drop.

But instantly ignore it..

Then they all regroup, and get closer to him..

Vincent hear suddenly something he never wish to hear..

A real howling of a wolf.

And the feeling that was telling him,

was the fact that he was the meat now..

Vincent turn his feet and step in the deep snow as fast as he could.

Frightened by the feeling of pure terror of being tracked down.

He runs with no thoughs in his mind..

No reason was coming in his brain..

As he turn his head to look in his back..

He sees the shadows coming much quicker than he though it would be.

He can hear them running with their mouth open, eager to bite his neck and chew his flesh.. If not, alive.

Then..

As Vincent run in total despair, he feel nothing under his feet now..

He drop in the air, with out a sound..

In just few seconds he realise he was falling in a profond abyss.

Vincent yells and then hit the bottom after few more seconds..

The impact make him lost consciousness.

After that, he wake up from the light of the bright sun..

He stand up. Look around and understand the position he was in now.

Still hungry, but alive. Vincent look the where he falled.

A large pile of snow was there, with an hole imprinted by his body.

No wolves to be afraid of, he walk in the abyss to explore.

The exploration goes for awhile, until he found an opening in the walls.

He get in, crouch to go further in the narrow hole.

Then he comes out of there and see it.

There was a flower in the middle of a pillar of light.

A clear circle of ice was on the ground around that

flower.

Vincent come closer to it.

And as he step on the ice.

He slip and fall on his butt.

Then he get his balance back

and get close to that flower.

As he look at it, he notice the

ice that emanate from it.

He decide to pick it.

Then his hand turn cold,

and turn into ice..

His eyes widen in horror as he sees

himself turning into a complete ice statue..

And he stand there..

Petrified next to the wicked flower..

Vincent was never heard from again.

No one knows what happened from him.

But the winter kept going until now.