Little did I know that it would take two days for my body to finally give out in the collapsed glacier cave, lost and alone. I had been warned by the witch that I would die on a Friday, but I had thought I was invincible, and so I had gone about my life as usual, pushing the boundaries and taking risks, knowing that I would not be the one to suffer the consequences.
But my luck had run out. I had ventured too far and too deep into the glacier cave, and a sudden avalanche had blocked the entrance, trapping me inside. I had no food, no water, and no way of getting out. I tried to stay positive, but it was getting harder and harder as the hours passed.
I had been in the cave for two days when I started to feel a strange sensation in my chest. I thought I was just tired, but as the feeling grew stronger, I knew something was wrong. I tried to fight it, but it was too late. I knew I was going to die, and it was going to be on a Friday, just like the witch had said.
My last thoughts were of the witch and the warning she had given me. I had been so foolish to think I was invincible, and now I was paying the ultimate price. I closed my eyes and said a silent goodbye to the world.
Little did I know that my death would be the start of something much bigger. As I lay in the darkness of the cave, the witch’s words echoed in my mind: “This is only the beginning.”