Hope for peace

The cold was numbing. Really, the cold was biting at him, it had taken away all the feeling he had. He couldn't even feel himself shivering anymore. But numbing was such a better word to think of than 'slowly killing'.

He'd been sent with his pet dog to go into town, to grab some materials before the worst of the storm reared its head again, but he never made it there.

He could see his pet dog just across the lake and he clung to the mystery of how his dog had gotten over there, clung to anything really that would keep his mind occupied. Luckily, his dog was barking a lot so that he didn't have to yell. He couldn't yell anymore. He couldn't feel his lips, couldn't move them for more than chattering. All he knew now was his dog was barking, and he was stuck in this little patch of this frozen lake and he couldn't get out. He'd tried getting out, he had really, but his arms were too weak to pull himself out of the hole he'd made when he broke the ice, foolishly trying to reach his pet on the other side.

He didn't know how long it had been and his tears had turned to little drops of ice that stuck to his cheeks, so he'd stopped crying. He didn't know how long it had been, but he knew how long he had. Which wasn't very long. And now he just...hoped. Prayed and hoped and wished that his mother would find him. That anyone would find him. And if no one could find him, he prayed to be somewhere else. His thoughts drifted from those of rescue to those of peace. A world where there was no more cold, no more winter, and no more death. A world full of peace, harmony, and warmth. And the frown on his face slowly turned to a smile, because he knew that even if he didn't make it out of this lake, there was someone out there waiting to help him get to this new, peaceful world.