“I am so cold…” It's the first thing I feel when I start to come too. I seem to not be able to open my eyes, nor can I move. It is not because of the bone chilling cold that penetrates my scales all the way to my bones.

  “Scales?” I mumble to myself in my thoughts. “Why do I have scales? How do I know I have scales?”

  So many thoughts running around my head I can't seem to find any answers too. My memory is blank.. I am cold is all that fills my body. So many questions and no answers to any of them. I can't feel anything but this unending cold, like I am swallowed up in it all around me, unescapable.

  I don’t know how long I have been like this, much less how long I was here before I woke up. Alone with my thoughts, yet the longer I focus on the cold I seem to feel less so. It calls to me. I reach out with my thoughts, and slowly I feel a response to my call.

  A shift, small and slow, but I felt it. Everything moved. With this new revelation I get excited. I throw all I have at my eternal cold prison. Motivation fueling my energy, not thinking about where I could be.

  Crack! A sound so deafening in this unmoving soundless void I have been imprisoned in. Then I feel a rush of energy I haven't felt before, but something is not right. The energy that's flowing thru my body isn't happy, no its bad, very bad. Apprehension no fear, it fills my body with a sense of danger, tho not my body, more of an outside force like the prison was telling me I was in danger.

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  Silence, and everything standing still again. The fear slowly subsided and allowed myself to think again. Ice, it must be what I am stuck in. I don't have much experience with it, nor have I seen or felt so much.

  “How am I still alive if I am sealed in ice?” It plagues my mind as I feel something like memories stir in my mind, glimpses of a past I think might be mine. It’s too foggy to think about right now, I need to free myself first.

  I have slowed down, ice does not move fast, I need to not rush my escape, though I have strangely not felt hungry or thirsty like somehow I am living on this energy that radiates through my body. Like it's trying to keep me alive, not trap me.

  “I can get free, maybe I just have to ask…” The thought seemed so simple, yet I had not thought of it yet.

  I will my thought out into the cold around me and slowly and calmly I can feel it slowly moving, freeing me. After a long time I found myself laying on a cold smooth surface, I opened my eyes for the first time since I woke up and took in my surroundings. It was breathtaking.

  I found myself in a large cave filled with ice, in the ice were these sparkling blue gems which seemed to give off a nice faint light, just enough for me to see. There didn’t seem to be any exit in which I could see at first glance.