028. A Battle Against The Elements

A Scotsman wades through the heavy blizzard his kilt blowing round his knees his eyes are dark searching for a way through His long gold hair swirls around him like the snow his tartan cloak flaps in the wind like the cape of a cartoon super hero The ground below is hidden by the flurry of snow the wind seems to scream as though in distress He finds what he's looking for the grim shadow of the fortress he starts to run sprinting like an Olympic champion The tall fortress towers over the village its thick stone walls show forbidding The Scotsman is allowed in shivering from the cold the wind still howls outside like a pack of wolves