Ice Cold - Part One: The Dark Zone

Ice Cold - Part One: The Dark Zone

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By:  Taylor Caley  Completed
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The Ravennites: children of the lost Seluitah tribe and the white refugees from the Old World. For generations their civilization had remained hidden and kept secret from the constant, prying eyes of the Outside. Life as the Ravennites once knew it, however, would soon fall to bitter change when enemies from the Outside world seek to take away from them everything they had always known and loved. Lost and helpless, the Ravennite civilization has all but fallen into ruin. That is, until a young outsider named Alex Lee discovers the hidden culture and the dire situation that has overshadowed them. Suddenly thrown into the middle of the conflict, Alex feels as though he has no choice but to make a stand and help his brave new friends in the fight to take back what is being stolen from them; while along the way gaining an incredible new insight on the life which he had left behind, and developing a powerful bond with a young Ravennite girl. The choice is his to make: to join with the Ravennites in their fight against their greatest enemies, or to fall into darkness along with all that is left of their hidden civilization, running away is no option. Whatever the path he chooses to take, however, what Alex does not yet realize is the exact nature of the mysterious forces which he constantly senses continue to surround him, and that they have had their sights set on his bloodline for a long time.

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Chapter One

Summer, 2008 The Adirondacks, New York “the Dark Zone” One does not navigate through the Appalachian Mountains with ease if he does not belong there, especially in the dead of night. The glow of a single propane lantern is hardly enough to illuminate the darkness while surrounded by the great clusters of tall trees. In the pitch blackness of night, a group of young men slowly made their way through the woods. Two of them were leading the way; one holding a small propane lantern in front of him while the other stood by his side, wielding a rough-edged stone shortsword. Following just behind them, a third man was carrying a wounded figure around his shoulders. At the rear of the group a second swordsman was standing guard. They had been lumbering through the woods for a couple of miles, senses on edge as if waiting for something to jump out at them from the trees. The light emitted from the lantern slightly illuminated the holder’s face, revealing a large, dark bruise on his temple.

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63 Chapters

Chapter One

Summer, 2008 The Adirondacks, New York “the Dark Zone” One does not navigate through the Appalachian Mountains with ease if he does not belong there, especially in the dead of night. The glow of a single propane lantern is hardly enough to illuminate the darkness while surrounded by the great clusters of tall trees. In the pitch blackness of night, a group of young men slowly made their way through the woods. Two of them were leading the way; one holding a small propane lantern in front of him while the other stood by his side, wielding a rough-edged stone shortsword. Following just behind them, a third man was carrying a wounded figure around his shoulders. At the rear of the group a second swordsman was standing guard. They had been lumbering through the woods for a couple of miles, senses on edge as if waiting for something to jump out at them from the trees. The light emitted from the lantern slightly illuminated the holder’s face, revealing a large, dark bruise on his temple.
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Chapter Two

As the head of the small group began to withdraw his blade, a sudden rustling in the trees behind them caused him to jerk around. Before he could brace himself for the worst, his comrade whom he had sent to scout ahead only moments earlier emerged from the darkness, much to his relief. He let out a soft exhale and released his grip on his stone sword. Then he looked at his returned partner as if waiting for him to provide news of some sort. Instead, he just nodded and gestured to the dark path behind him. That was all the man needed to know that a safe haven of some kind was just ahead of them. He turned to his other compatriots. “Let’s move,” he ordered, then pointed down at the wounded slump still lying on the ground. “Grab him. Let’s get out of here.” Without hesitation, the one who had been carrying the half-conscious victim picked him back up and slung him over his shoulders. The rear guard produced his sword again and resumed his position, while the leader of t
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Chapter Three

April, 2010 North Elba, New York “Lake Placid” It was barely six in the morning as the reddish spring sun struggled to cast its light through the young boy’s bedroom window. The early sunlight magnifying through the glass would be enough to wake anyone from sleep, but the boy was already awake.  He was sitting on the edge of his bed with his back to the sun, fully clothed and fully groomed, as if he had been up before the break of dawn. He was wearing a light, gray-striped DC hoodie and a pair of bluejeans defaced by holes in the material of various sizes. His dark hair was long and ragged, reaching halfway down the back of his neck and almost over his eyebrows, and his expression was one of bitterness and exhaustion. Not exhaustion due to lack of sleep, but rather mental fatigue. To him the weight of everyday life pressing do
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Chapter Four

As soon as Nickole descended the stairs, the savory scent of buttermilk pancakes enveloped her. Her mother’s knack for homemade pancakes had the influence to sedate her thoughts and welcome her to a brief state of bliss. Sometimes it was just what she needed to fully awaken in the morning. Nickole walked into the kitchen where her mother was stacking fresh pancakes onto a square ceramic dish. “Morning, Mom,” she greeted cheerily. “Good morning, sweetheart,” her mother responded as she proceeded to cut up an apricot. Nickole opened the refrigerator and pulled out a 59-ounce bottle of Tropicana before walking over to the counter to retrieve a small glass. “That smells really good!” she said, inhaling the warm scent of the breakfast. “Thank you, Nicki,” her mother smiled and placed the dish of pancakes on the island
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Chapter Five

30 miles south of the Borders of the Dark Zone   Three nights earlier   The man forced his head above the surface of the river and sucked in a massive gulp of air. The current of the stream had carried him for nearly a mile from the cliff from which he had jumped but now it was finally starting to weaken. The man’s feet were slipping on the rocky floor of the river as it continued to pull him along. He inhaled a deep breath and dove under the surface, scrambling around the creek bed for a handhold of some sort, but the rocks were just too slick. In the middle of attempting to grab onto something to resist the current, it suddenly caused him to strike his head against a higher rock. The man gasped underwater and returned above surface to catch his breath. He brought his hand to his temple and felt a small a
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Chapter Six

The night was filled with the yipping and howling of a pack of coyotes in the distance. It was late, the sun had long set and the temperature was still dropping. Ranger pulled himself to his feet. It was time to move and find shelter. He held the sword in front of him and gripped it tight in his hand. He squinted as if thinking hard about something, and then the sword’s intertwining blade structure suddenly transformed, instantly retracting down into itself. In no more than a second, the blade had shrunk down to the hilt until it only stuck about eight inches outward. Ranger then reached back and slipped the minimized relic into the harness he was wearing, where it fit perfectly into place. Giving his dark surroundings a quick look around, Ranger set off from the riverbank and up into the mountains. The hills were steep and the darkness of the dusk sky made the venture difficult. And not to mention quite
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Chapter Seven

Alex spent the entire car ride with his head leaned back against the headrest and staring aimlessly out the window. It was still early in the morning, but by now the sun had illuminated the sky and the neighborhoods of North Elba were active with the life of a new day. People were pulling out of their driveways, heading to work or wherever the day would take them. The springtime dew on the blades of grass glistened in the early sunlight, as did the serene, blue water of Mirror Lake. The morning clouds cast a series of shadows all along the vast mountainside. It was one of the many beautiful sights of the great Adirondacks, but none of it swayed Alex’s mind to any sort of fascination. Nickole, on the other hand, was always interested in the sights of her home. She and her older brother had spent their entire lives in the village of Lake Placid, rarely travelling very far outside of the county, and she woul
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Chapter Eight

As they shuffled their way through the halls, Seth continued talking to Alex. “So you remember the quad path, right? You know the branch that splits off and heads down toward Roger Brook?” Alex had to think back for a moment. “Yeah, I remember. That rocky path that sits on the edge of the mountains. That’s about as far as we’ve ever gone, isn’t it?” “Yeah, that’s it,” Seth replied. “Hetrick says he might have found the remains of an old express road that’s supposed to cut right through the mountains and he wants to try to get a closer look at it.” “Really?” Alex responded with interest. “What do you mean an old express road?” Seth shook his head. “I don’t know. Apparently it was closed and blocked off some twenty years ago or something like that. But Hetrick says it’
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Chapter Nine

As the day pressed on, the spring sun began to penetrate the canopy of the Adirondacks. At night, the Dark Zone had the tendency to live up to its name by appearing to be a dark and dreary wilderland with a hostile vibe that instilled fear into the hearts of those who wandered near its borders. However, when the sun was high and the woods were illuminated, the Dark Zone could be seen as a beautiful and peaceful land of valleys and forests full of life, in spite of its reputation. Along the shadowy floor of the mountainous woods, a young girl wandered. Though she looked somewhat older, the girl was quite young; only fourteen years old. She had long, black hair that hung down her back and over her shoulders. Her clothes were poor; stitched primarily from leather and fur. Her face carried an expression of boldness and gallantry, yet also a sense of compassion and love. Her home was not located anywhere along
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Chapter Ten

Rowan took a few steps back, staring up at her kill. By now it was just after midday. It was still early, but it was time for her to head back to her home. Her brother no doubt knew she was gone by now. “Rowan?” a male voice called out from the woods just behind her. Rowan turned swiftly around. Out of the trees, a young man stepped forth. He was about six feet tall, dressed similarly to Rowan, but instead of a bow, he carried a stone sword in a sheath on his back. On the belt around his own waist, he had sheathed a small knife on one side and a tomahawk on the other. He had long, brown hair, not nearly as long as Rowan’s, but it hung down against the back of his neck. On each side of his head, he had a section of his hair tied into a tail that hung down the side of his face. He approached Rowan and nodded as a greeting, and she nodded back to him. “Matheus,”
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