ETTING   OME   O   LFANDRA

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Athagon's Story part 7

*Cold.  The first thought to cross Athagon's mind.  Hard.  Frozen.  He groggily sat up, and groaned, holding his head*
What happened?  One second I was there, and then...  Here I am.
*He groaned again, and attempted to look around.  Attempted, because he appeared to be in the middle of a blizzard.  White snow whirled, mixed with ice.  Sharp, cutting winds whistled over his scales.  Shivering, Athagon quickly realized that he needed to find shelter, lest he die.
--Three Hours Later--
Wings tucked against his body, Athagon lay in a small cave.  A large boulder completely covered the front of the cave.  Next out from the boulder was a large magick bonfire that Athagon had quickly built.  He had found the cave only minutes before he would have collapsed.  Actually, it had been an accident, finding this cave.  He had, blinded by snow, knocked into a tree, which fell over (laden with ice), revealing this cave.  Now he lay against one side, stretched out to his full extent, resting, drying, and thinking. Apparently he was trapped inside a computer.  At least he thought he was. Which meant that he must be in constant turmoil, thrown from one program to another?  A strange thought, but it seemed, at this point, highly possible. And then, Athagon opened his eyes, tail curling slightly away from the nearby flames.  What was that noise?  Then it came again.  A rattling? Perhaps a bonking?  But then, it seemed to stop.  A few minutes later, Athagon's thoughts began to drift.  Soon, he was asleep.  At least for now...*