Most people would assume that the reason why it took Isaack a very long time to get through the stone desert that seemed to be a monumental obstacle in his journey was because he had had so much happen to him in it and because it was expansive and appeared to stretch on for infinitum. However, this is not true; the real reason as to why it took him so long was because Isaack got lost. It was not that it was such a large desert—though it was massive it held nothing against the other sandy deserts that the Earth harbored—but instead that he had turned one way and then turned another way constantly, resulting in him traveling in a ring or circle-shaped path. Isaack had been traveling across the desert for almost a week, and throughout all of his journey he believed that the desert was giant and that it would probably take him at least another week to get through the rest of it.

After a period of time that was constantly extended over and over again by Isaack’s own mistakes, he came to the edge of the desert. This edge was opposite of the edge that the acrid plains lay against. When the minute amounts of fog cleared, giving him vision of the horizon, Isaack could see that what lay in front of him was a tundra, though it was not a snowy tundra; instead, it seemed like winter had not brought itself upon it, and that soon it would. Quickly, the temperatures dropped, and in turn Isaack began to grow cold. He used his cape to warm himself up, wrapping it around his body, fighting off the freezing temperatures. Isaack was only in the tundra for about an hour until he saw, off along the horizon, a taiga. He had never seen a taiga before, but neither had he ever seen a tundra before. The tundra was not as impressive as the taiga that lay before him, for the tundra was only an icy meadow, while the tundra was a great forest that held types of trees that he had never seen before: coniferous trees. When Isaack entered the taiga, he was mystified; everything was beautiful. The snow had just started to snow, though it was not the sort of blizzard that the forest was accustomed to, and instead it was a light frosting. The Sun shined down on the icy landscape, reflecting off of the ice crystals that began to cover the ground.

Though he was still cold, he was mesmerized and amazed by the beauty all around him. He had seen snow before and he had felt its frigid, icy touch, but he had never seen it in this sort of setting; the lower alpine-like environment was unknown to Isaack, for he had only seen cold arctic-like planets. Isaack had never been beholden to the magnificence of the new, alien world. He was accustomed to the warm, humid, tropical environment that he had first been to, and though it was uncomfortable, he was used to it; he was also used to the stone and rock-land that he had become lost in—but this new world was amazing.

The large cone bearing trees towered over Isaack and the snow laden landscape, as icicles formed on their branches and bows—bending them down, the weight of both things made the trees look like they were drooping. Their monumental height was incredible and Isaack had not seen trees such as that, with needle-like leaves that always stayed green—and as some of the archaic natives of Earth knew them as “evergreen trees”—and the viscous liquid that came from them and their cones—and also as some of the archaic natives of Earth knew it as “sap”. At their trunks, evergreen bushes took their homes, bearing small, scarlet berries that different types of wildlife would enjoy and made a part of their diet. The pale landscape had so much hidden diversity that Isaack discovered during his short lived journey throughout it.

Though he was fond of the area that he had just come into, after a half-hour of trudging through the now compact snow, Isaack became unbearably cold and he decided that he would have to leave the winter-scape for his own safety. Isaack turned around and began to backtrack, following the same path that he had gone before, making sure that he stepped into the same snow prints so that he did not make a wrong turn or go a way that he wished not to. Before he left, he heard a sound off in the distance, somewhere hidden among the trees; Isaack turned, lifting up his head so he may be able to hear it again. As assumed, the call came again—it was loud and deep, but as the call came to its ending each time it went up and was shrill for a short moment. He could tell that it was a wild animal, and it was unlike the sounds that he heard out in the stone desert; instead, it was also calming—though one would think that it was slightly terrifying to hear when you are alone. When he heard the call come from the forest once again, he turned his head in the direction of the sound—that being to the left of him—and he saw what creature was making the noise. It was similar to a deer, but he, of course, would not know what that is; the best way that he could describe it would be a four legged animal that was full of muscle; its head was massive and upon the end of its head it had a large nose; the ears of the creature were small, though above the ears were a rack of horns—but, the horns were unlike normal horns of any sort of animal, and instead they were smooth and round; its fur color was dark brown, and it had a sort of natural beauty to it. Though he was far away from the animal, Isaack could tell that it was much taller than him, and like the trees around him the creature would definitely tower over him. It called out again. The call was just like the last one—when it finished its call it trotted through the snow at a great speed, presumably looking for either a mate or food.

It would be obvious to any old native person of Earth that this creature was an Alces alces, or more commonly known as a “Moose” or an “Elk”. Much like the things of the new Earth, it too was enormous.

Isaack was at first terrified to see the sight of the creature and its screams; after he learned that the creature was traveling away from him his fear left him and he was able to finally get out of the forest. He was back in the cold tundra, though it was a better environment than the freezing temperatures in the forest. The small winter storm that formed over the forest began to go along through the tundra. He picked up his speed so that he could get out of the tundra before the tempest got any worse. Unfortunately, the storm quickly went from a slight sprinkling of snow into a violent blizzard that lasted for at least three hours, if not more—it was hard for Isaack to tell when he could barely see the Sun’s light. Isaack was extremely cold, and he was even colder than how he was when he was originally out in the forest. His body temperature dropped drastically; he hid behind a large rock so that his face would not get hit by the sharp, harsh winds that would give him frostbite if he stayed out in them for an extended period of time—though he did not know of the idea of “frostbite” he knew that his body being touched by wintry gales coupled with the bombardment of ice and snow would do something of a negative affect on his body. He knew that keeping himself out in these harsh conditions would harm him or, even worse, kill him.

Isaack’s view of the beauty of the forest had been stripped away from him.

Surprisingly, the taiga and tundra that Isaack was in at that moment was not used to this sort of blizzard. The forest was slightly cold; it was not normally insufferable temperatures like how it was then. The area had not seen a drastic temperature change like that for a long time, and because of that a storm was formed—the cold front and warm front obviously combated against each other, quickly changing the land into an icy world.

Shivering, Isaack tried to hold onto any sort of warmth that he had in his body; he did not want to lose it because if he lost it he would most definitely die. His internal temperature had dropped so low that he could hardly stay awake, and his mind was being tempted by slumber and dreariness. Isaack’s eyes began to close, as the water that was accumulated from his tear ducts because of the harsh winds became miniature icicles on his eyelids and ice formed in his hair. His teeth chattered in sync with his body as his mind sent signals to all of his body parts to shiver so he could make a minute amount of energy that would warm him. The harsh conditions continued, trying to break through Isaack’s protective clothing and eat at his skin.

Finally, the tempest stopped as quickly as it started and it and its furry left. Though he had suffered great amounts of coldness, Isaack propped himself up on the rock that he lay next to during the storm. It—like his skin—was ice cold to the touch. Isaack could almost feel his fingers begin to break off; of course, they did not, but it felt a lot like it. He laid against the rock which was actually a lot warmer than the snow—yet it was still freezing cold—and waited till his body thawed enough so that he could travel into the dark, cold night. Once he was ready and his body was no longer very stiff, Isaack moved a leg into the snow, pushing with all of his might. After this leg came another leg, and soon Isaack was able to keep a constant pace—albeit slow—through the snow laydened realm. He wrapped his cape around his mouth so that it could be kept warm and he fit his hands underneath his coat to also warm them. His body ached but he knew that he had to continue because if he did not he would be lost in the snow.

Finally, Isaack felt stone underneath all of the snow and ice; it was the desert—that accursed desert, the one that he had gone mad in, much like how he went mad on his adventure from the jungle. He now had a sturdy footing, and he continued onward; the amount of snow around him dwindled the farther he went. The warmth of the desert—though, like the stone that he once propped himself up on, it was not much of a difference from the temperature of the snow and ground—thawed the rest of his body, and he came to the be in the middle of the stoney desert where he sat down on the cold ground. He shivered, becoming covered in “goosebumps”. When he looked into the sky, he saw the twinkling lights that were the stars, shining down on him, giving him a bit of hope for whatever he needed—sadly, he knew that there was nothing to hope for. He knew he could attempt to go back to the Amazon where all of his needs were met, but what would come of that? Would he just live there for the rest of his life with that new person that he knew nothing about? Surely he did not want to do that, but it was his only option.

For now, he sat alone in the barren landscape, taking in the scenery around him and warming up his shivering body.