Yip felt the breath of life ebbing away. She had known sadness, known fear. She had felt the heat of many summers. Seen her young grow into warriors. A story teller she knew all the stories of the tribe. Her favourite was of how they used to hunt the red fish that gathered each spring, Beautiful beings that gave the tribe energy when it was most needed. Yip needed energy now, but the gods had sent ice instead. A wall of ice that glowed and burnt your skin. Ice that had killed the fish.
Footnote: This week’s prompt reminded me of the Ice Age !