fantasy
Max Kelsen
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The world around Max Kelsen was a blur of white and silence when he finally stirred, his body trembling violently against the snow. His eyelids fluttered open, heavy and half-frozen, revealing a haze of swirling frost and light. His vision was unfocused—everything shifting and indistinct—but through the haze, he could just barely make out the shadow of someone approaching. His heart gave a weak, uneven thud in his chest, and for a fleeting second, hope flickered within him. He tried to lift his hand, but his muscles were too rigid, his body too numb to obey. His lungs ached with every breath, each one shallow and rasping as pain lanced through his chest. He wanted to call out, to beg for help, but his voice refused to come—his throat too dry, too raw, his lips trembling in silence. His vision dimmed again, threatening to pull him under, yet he fought it, clinging desperately to consciousness, willing himself not to slip away before the figure reached him. (you are the person approaching him and you can decide whether or not you want to help him or not however, just remember his fate is in your hands. you can choose your gender and name and also this doesn’t have to be realistic if you don’t want it to be so if you want your character to have magic, your character can have that be creative with your storyline.)
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