[ i. the endless ] [ It's a shock to the system, to go from a sunny, hot beach in California to a frozen, snow covered forest. Simon is dangerously underdressed for it - t-shirt, jeans, no socks or shoes. He's shivering almost as soon as he wakes up. ]
Hello?
[ His voice calls out, but the only reply is a heap of snow falling off a nearby tree. It's fine, he thinks, he's endured worse, right? All he has to do is fly above the tree line and - he can't. With a feeling of dread, Simon comes to realize that the dragon wings he'd been sporting for months now are gone. When he shivers this time, it's not from the cold.
But he's alone here, his magic long gone and now his one lifeline gone, too. Simon does what he supposes a rational person would do, which is start walking. He stays on the path because it seems like it might be the most gentle on his numb feet, and by dumb luck, he's chosen the way that brings him to the edge of town. He feels a sense of short-lived relief when he appears by the houses. ]
H-hell-lo?
[ His teeth won't stop chattering and he can't feel most of his body, but surely someone must be here that can help him out. Right? ]
[ ii. the end approaches ] [ By now, Simon's found boots and a warm jacket. He's keen to explore the little town, especially now that he knows there aren't many here and those that are here aren't the original residents.
Absolutely wild, really, like the stuff from films.
He finds his way to the Town Hall. At the center of things, it seems like a reasonable enough place to check out. Simon's not unnerved by the empty halls. He's ready to start walking them when he stops to absently read the bulletin board. It takes him a moment to let his gaze wander to the map, and the cryptic message it displays makes him shudder. ]
No chance they mean Father Christmas, yeah?
[ He's been involved in one prophecy already, thanks, he's not looking for any more. ]
[ iii. WILDCARD ] Choose your own adventure! Encounters at any known locations are good by me, or whatever else you might want. Hit me up at blackspire if you want.
Simon Snow || The Simon Snow Series
[ It's a shock to the system, to go from a sunny, hot beach in California to a frozen, snow covered forest. Simon is dangerously underdressed for it - t-shirt, jeans, no socks or shoes. He's shivering almost as soon as he wakes up. ]
Hello?
[ His voice calls out, but the only reply is a heap of snow falling off a nearby tree. It's fine, he thinks, he's endured worse, right? All he has to do is fly above the tree line and - he can't. With a feeling of dread, Simon comes to realize that the dragon wings he'd been sporting for months now are gone. When he shivers this time, it's not from the cold.
But he's alone here, his magic long gone and now his one lifeline gone, too. Simon does what he supposes a rational person would do, which is start walking. He stays on the path because it seems like it might be the most gentle on his numb feet, and by dumb luck, he's chosen the way that brings him to the edge of town. He feels a sense of short-lived relief when he appears by the houses. ]
H-hell-lo?
[ His teeth won't stop chattering and he can't feel most of his body, but surely someone must be here that can help him out. Right? ]
[ ii. the end approaches ]
[ By now, Simon's found boots and a warm jacket. He's keen to explore the little town, especially now that he knows there aren't many here and those that are here aren't the original residents.
Absolutely wild, really, like the stuff from films.
He finds his way to the Town Hall. At the center of things, it seems like a reasonable enough place to check out. Simon's not unnerved by the empty halls. He's ready to start walking them when he stops to absently read the bulletin board. It takes him a moment to let his gaze wander to the map, and the cryptic message it displays makes him shudder. ]
No chance they mean Father Christmas, yeah?
[ He's been involved in one prophecy already, thanks, he's not looking for any more. ]
[ iii. WILDCARD ]
Choose your own adventure! Encounters at any known locations are good by me, or whatever else you might want. Hit me up at