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Mar 2019
We walk out into the cold icy day  and see all the ice people looking at us with a very cold stare whilst we hurry along the  ice paths.  I turn towards lieutenant megs and point towards a lake frozen over  nearby.
The horses tell us to follow them and we  slowly walk along the frozen lake and into a secluded forest way from the ice city.  After walking a few miles we find a secluded  cave of ice and settle down  for  a time to rest.  
After a few hours we wake up and walk through the snow forest to look for a way out.  We all walk  far into  this frozen forest and see  figures in the distance  that look like animals.  
I stand and look in terror to see they are and to my horror they are  wolves made of ice looking at us with a glare of terror in their cold eyes.  I tell lieutenant megs to walk slowly and keep close the horses whilst the wolves crawl along ready to jump on our bodies.  
The wolves follow us with intense  and towards a  wall of ice  and corner us  with their frozen tongues.  We both jump onto the horses backs and we ride over the wall and into  a frozen  garden which leads to a large building in the distance

We walk slowly towards the  building and see a show covered roof with ice walls all around it. A man made of ice  appears at the door of the building  with a stick of ice  and point us to go though.

The horses lead us through the door  and we all follow the  man  into a large room with a table made of snow  and  a throne of ice at the front of the room. I turn to  lieutenant megs and  she looks in amazement at the splendour of this palace of  ice.
We are all taken into this room to rest  and told to lay on ice beds whilst we sit and think about  what we have  come into and what our fate will be in the strange place
written by wayne mockler
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