Like Ice
LIKE ICE
She is like ice. She is ice. Twenty-five centuries ago she set off over the glacier never to return. She became lost in the blizzard, to die a tragic and lonely death all by herself.
She lay until she fell so long until now. Even in death she is beautiful, perfectly preserved in the ice.
With long raven hair, tattoos of ancient beasts and a spear by her side, she is an ancient hunter, the last of her race frozen in time.
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