There is a forest that now only lives in our hearts, but once, long ago, was real. A forest full of ice, and snow, so cold it could freeze even the warmest of hearts. A forest of one thousand trees, that had been frozen for a thousand years, called Sologni…
OK, lets just skip through the intro. I think you get the point. It’s a forest that’s been frozen solid for a long, long time. I was walking through the iced forest when it all started. You see, I was a lonely girl, with no one to understand me. The forest was were I belonged, the one place that only I dared to go. It belonged to no one, but when I would walk through the forest, I could forget all my troubles. No, wait, I’m not making sense. Lets start at the beginning. My beginning. My name is Natalia Rose, and according to my friends, I live the ‘perfect’ life. Yeah right. As if they’d know. My parents hate me, and I’m an only child, so I don’t have brothers or sisters I can turn to. My grades are horrible, and I never sleep, but at least I have a good public image… but that’s not the point. My life is probably the worst it can get around here. And that’s coming from someone who lives in a cursed village. That was what I always figured. Anyway, enough about me. I won’t bore you.
As I strolled at a leisurely pace through the forest, I noticed a single drop of water, coming off one of the trees. I blink, and it disappears. Must have been my imagination. Shrugging it off as too little sleep, I continue walking. Then there’s another drop. I frowned as I watched it drop in front of my eyes. No, I thought, no, it can’t be melting. Not after a thousand years. It’s not possible. As I watched two, then three, then four more drops fall off the trees, I began to panic. This wasn’t just paranoia. This was actually happening. Sologni, the ice forest, was melting. “No… no… NO!” My tears mixed with the water drops, adding to them, making it worse. If the ice melts, then the trees, and all their magic will die. The trees encased in ice were the only thing protecting my village, from disintegrating into ash, as it should have long ago. “NO!” I screamed as I watched my home melt away, flooding everything else with it.
Now, as I walk through the forest of dead trees, without any trace of life, I think about all the innocent lives taken the day that the curse was unleashed. I think maybe it was God’s wrath upon us, for watching all the evil-doers, and not ever trying to stop them. So what is the village’s curse, you ask? Well, it’s over now, but it was a terrible thing. A prophecy foretold that when the forest of one hundred frozen trees melts, the town of Bermuda would become nothing but ash, to be swept away by the winds. And it came true. Right in front of my eyes. My tears were saltier that day, than on any other. I sit down on the cold, unyielding ground, my dress splayed around me, as I hope to be rescued.