The icy wind blew down the great Mt. Everest as the mountain climber and his son climbed to the top of the tallest mountain in the world. It was the year 2018 and the mountain surprisingly grew 50 feet taller and much colder. Once again as the wind blew an avalanche occurred, the boy’s father tumbled down the mountain at great speeds while the boy strangely lay frozen at the zenith.

Summer after 15 years was strangely warmer. Another pair of brave mountain climbers was climbing Mt Everest. One of them was a 15-year-old Russian boy named Gazurt who was climbing the mountain with his uncle. Gazurt learned that is father died, his brother went missing, and his mother left him with his uncle at a young age. Gazurt had a clubbed foot and many had made fun of him for it. The mountain was of a purple-whitish color and was extremely chilly. His uncle, Yuri, gave a yelp when found a young man frozen in ice.

“ We have just made an amazing discovery,” he cried.

And then I saw the brightest light I’ve ever seen my whole life. It was as if I had awoken from a bad dream. People with white masks were hovering over me…it was so cold and I had a bad stomachache. I heard “15 years” somewhere and I was shocked. Not eating for 15 years really hits you hard.

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        Gazurt was worried, he wondered who that mysterious man was; he seemed unusually familiar. He had the same eyes, same hair color, and almost the same face. Gazurt knew he couldn’t be his father, but could he be his brother? The thought vanished from his head when he heard his uncle call for him.

“It is time to question the ice-man.”

Now more people were hovering over me. This was getting annoying; at least they gave me something to eat. This young boy squeezed past the crowd. His features looked much like mine. People threw questions at me left and ...

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