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  • Battle of Winters
    Book 1
    Chapter 1

    The moon shines through the starry sky, shining through the trees, rocks, and rivers. The shadows extended through the calm crisp air and the snow on the ground was still as a painting, without movements, without a stutter, impartial light shown through the frosted window of an old cabin and winter was upon us. The damaged houses and scorched dirt were littered in trails along the side of the mountain. A scream was heard and the only lonesome scream that existed was no more.
    The cracking of bones was heard as a dark figure turned around from a bloody mesh of nothing but blood and bones, the meat and stomach are strewn across the snow creating a rose like color in the snow, as the dew rose from a pile of skin mesh only thing left was the mincemeat of a poor lad. Dead.
    40 years later
    The year is 1960, located deep in the mountains of the motherland, Russia; had its formalities of ghost and paranormal incidents like the yeti, or the cannibals called ghouls, however another mystery arises from this tale based on true events, Devils Pass. Originally called “Dyatlov Pass” nicknamed after Igor Alekseievich Dyatlov, the groups leader. but due to its true nature and horrifying tale, there’s a reason you shouldn’t go to this freezing barren wasteland.
    On February 2, 1959 nine hikers encountered a mysterious power that could potentially give Russia the feat it needed to win the respect of its comrades and frightened her enemies. Ural Mountains, Incident report #RK-6676.
    “The incident involved a group of nine well skilled and trained ski hikers from the Ural Polytechnical Institute who had set up camp for the night on the slopes of Kholat Syakhl.”
    Investigators later determined that the skiers had torn their tents from the Inside out. They fled the campsite, running from an imminent threat. Some of them were barefoot, under heavy snowfall. The bodies showed signs of struggle; Dyatlov had injuries to his right fist, as if he had been in a fist fight. One victim had a fracture in the skull and another was found with brain damage with no physical injuries to the skull. One of the skiers skull fractures was so severe it was determined that he would not have been able to move. One women’s tongue was missing. Soviet authorities determined that an “unknown compelling force” had caused the deaths, and one body was found with slight radiation traces left on their body.
    Some speculated the true nature of the incident claiming it was a yeti or some sort of military accident, or something more terrifying. However due to lack of evidence no assumptions or solid cases were made, but these injuries were so severe that it could be caused by a car crash force. However it wasn’t a ski accident either, none of the bodies shown any injuries that might be sustained from skiing.
    So what caused this Incident? What happened to Igors Crew? Did something supernatural occurred or was this another act of military experiment, it seems we never know the true nature of events that happened on this mountain.
    Until now….
    “That’s a wrap Dev!” as the man turns off the camera “a little too corny at the end, but other than that it’s a wrap.”
    “Yeah? Feedback is great? I mean I didn’t come off as a cheesy ghost story though right?” Dev replies
    “Nah you look great! And I’m not saying that because you’re paying me 50$ a day to film your uh midlife crises vide-“
    “Documentary! Jason and besides you’re the only guy I know with an all season camera too, and go cheap just like a village whore.”
    “Hey now!”
    Dev chuckles and resumes helping Jason putting away the video equipment in the cases.” It wasn’t a midlife crises video blog or some shit like!” Devich he grumbles
    He looks back and sees Ural Mountains in the distant, or the territory of it but behind it, just north of it lies northwest of it lies Kazakhstan territory and somewhere between him and the city lies the Devils Pass, military restrictions keeps hikers and skiers out due to the incident.
    Vaya was the territory they were camped at, its residents consist of only few dozen people or so, the river that runs through is bluer that ever, Vishera River due to the calmness and the day that chose to film it would be in the middle of winter, and military restrictions were not running on the hour.
    “Hey! Dev your drunk bastard get over here and come see this!” Jason exclaims from the bridge where their van was parked.
    He looks over and sees the American idiot running towards a cabin that has been weathered and torn down roof, but the house still stands at an angle
    He sighs and runs after him across the bridge, “Hey be careful! You don’t know these woods like I do!”
    Jason already disappeared inside the cabin and Dev slowly approaches the settled old wooden cabin, the area around the house is heavily wooded and the front yard is filled with logs and boards with nails.
    “This area isn’t safe but then again when is motherland kind to its own or Americans, he enters the dark door and sees steps leading upstairs the living room on the left, and the kitchenette on the right, a rusty sink and woodstove occupy the kitchen, these old items remind him of his times back at home, distant from this wintery wasteland. He enters the living room and sees furniture, weathered with dust, and mold, he picks up a torn piece of paper, consisting of small family, he looks around and hears movement upstairs, he figures it’s his comrade, just as he’s about to step inside he hears footsteps in the other room down the hall, he looks upstairs and to down the hallway to a door closed. He slowly approaches the closed door, seeing a shadow cross it, he inches closer and feels a chill up his arm as he reaches for handle.
    “Hey Devich get up here you drunk bastard!” Dev shakes his head and goes upstairs; when he gets there he sees a wide grey sky with light flakes trickling down a baby carriage, what appears to be somebodies baby room for their child
    “C’mon Jason, the dead don’t like to be bothered.”
    “This country is great, I know I’ve only been here for 6 months, but I like the landscape, the pine trees, and the quietness out here.”
    “This land and country is beautiful because its quiet and I think we should keep it that way.” Dev opens his canister and takes a drink. “Let us remember to those who face the hardships of the motherland, she can be comforting but cruel to those who are not weary of their paths.”
    “Proshchay!”
    “Proschay…
    He takes a long a drag and blows the smoke out, staring into the clouds that danced with the snow in the weary dark sky. Lonesome into the night they go, and to unknown lands they go, forever hidden in the snow.











    Battle of Winters: Book 1
    Chapter 2: To the Living

    Later that Day the sun is set and the sky is still grey, comforting to his mind because he can sleep easily, the two rest easy back in town, the town is a 5 hour drive through the woods, they reach a settlement called Krasnovishersk, the town is a district in Perm Krai, located on the western slopes of the Northern Urals, their first stop was back at the supermarket they say, it was closed, but they see a young girl with blonde hair locking the supermarket up.
    “Excuse me miss!” Jason rolls down the passenger window “We need a place to sleep, do you have any rooms or beds we can sleep in.
    The girl looks at the first man nervously, but then Dev peeks his head out and begins to speak to the young lady in their language. Soon her nervous looks turns into a smile and she points into town, she walks up and opens the side door and gets in.
    Dev begins talking to her in Russian language, and the young girl laughs, he points to Jason in the passenger seat and makes weird hand motions and hears him says “American”.
    The girl nods and says, “Ahhh, so your American?”
    The pouter in the passenger seat is surprised to hear her speak English in a thick heavy accent
    “So you do speak?”
    “Yes of course, and so do you?” the girl chuckles and
    Jasons face is red and he corrects himself. “Sorry, I’m Jason miss, and this is Devich.” He points to man driving
    “I’m Sasha.” The girl smiles back
    The van is dark but Jason can make out a few appearances of the young lady, her hair is blonde, and she wears normal clothing except her hair is in a bun held together by a ribbon.
    “So you’re American? Hmm how is it? Is it true as they say that the land has sky scrapers and soo many lights?”
    “Yes, it is as they say.” He chuckles, “and the land has all kinds of landscapes, not just sky scrapers, we have mountains, and many trees just like here, but we also have deserts and oceans”
    “Then it is beautiful as my Papa described it! Awe-some! I can’t believe today I meet an actual American.” She squeals
    Devich studies hard at the word she just said….”American”
    “Yeah I am full blown American but my father is German”
    “Tsk tsk don’t say such things here, our land is still at war with where you’re from and Americans are considered an annoyance but you’ll love here, papa would be happy to see you.”
    “So I’m getting to meet the parent’s alrig-Ow!”
    Devich burly fist strikes Jasons arm
    “Jason we’re here for a while, I believe we over welcomed our hospitality, we shouldn’t be rude.”
    “No no, I am terribly sorry, of course you two are more than welcomed, my papa would be soo worry about me caught up In a storm like this, you two are my saviors, the walk is treacherous.”
    “So that store you work at? How long you work there?”
    “My papa was given the store when he was young, my papa could hardly tolerate the walk, and the hours so he employed me a full time worker. I don’t mind, its quite peaceful, I Find it lovely to work there, I was closing the store, when I heard there was to be a storm, and night time settled fast. Then you two came and I’m happy you both did.”
    “If there’s anymore we can do miss, you let us know.”
    Jason is staring at awe at this beautiful young girl she looks just as old as he was, except his hair is darker, then hers was, his face was young and his chin was pointy and not too wide, he examines himself in the mirror to be sure he didn’t appear goofy. His face was clear, and his hair was a light brown, he always wore a stocking cap and was well skinny and slim, however his friend was opposite.
    Devich hair is brown, his eyes are brown and he has a beard, messy five-o-clock aftershave on his face,he had an old cut going from his nose to his cheek, he was slightly more built and, Jason could tell when he looked at his companion that they both were made to do things like this, not sit at home and watch mediocre shows all day for their rest of their lives
    As Jason and the young lady were talking, Devich had a sudden feeling something was watching them, but from where. He got a weird feeling about this whole trip, but he couldn’t stop now, not as soon as they reach closer, he was so close.
    The land was thick with wood and they drive down towards a snowy-valley, they see a couple dim litted cabins, surrounded by trees.
    The van comes to a stop at the end of the road leading down to the cabins and silhouetted shacks.
    “We have to walk from here to avoid getting stuck.” The blonde girl states as she pulls over her head blanket. “C’mon you two, you can stay here for the night, it’s not a luxury five star hotel like you imagined.”
    The storm starts to get worse as the wind picks up and the snow is thrown all over. Devich settles his coat and grabs his things out the van; Jason is in the back pulling as much equipment as he can
    “Jason! Grab what you need and we’ll lock up the rest and trek easier on foot.” Dev grabs his phone and they begin to trek down the road, the storm is wild and visibility was really low, you can only see blurry forms moving around.
    The storm brews but the moon remains calm….
    Battle of Winters
    Book 1
    Chapter 1

    The moon shines through the starry sky, shining through the trees, rocks, and rivers. The shadows extended through the calm crisp air and the snow on the ground was still as a painting, without movements, without a stutter, impartial light shown through the frosted window of an old cabin and winter was upon us. The damaged houses and scorched dirt were littered in trails along the side of the mountain. A scream was heard and the only lonesome scream that existed was no more.
    The cracking of bones was heard as a dark figure turned around from a bloody mesh of nothing but blood and bones, the meat and stomach are strewn across the snow creating a rose like color in the snow, as the dew rose from a pile of skin mesh only thing left was the mincemeat of a poor lad. Dead.
    40 years later
    The year is 1960, located deep in the mountains of the motherland, Russia; had its formalities of ghost and paranormal incidents like the yeti, or the cannibals called ghouls, however another mystery arises from this tale based on true events, Devils Pass. Originally called “Dyatlov Pass” nicknamed after Igor Alekseievich Dyatlov, the groups leader. but due to its true nature and horrifying tale, there’s a reason you shouldn’t go to this freezing barren wasteland.
    On February 2, 1959 nine hikers encountered a mysterious power that could potentially give Russia the feat it needed to win the respect of its comrades and frightened her enemies. Ural Mountains, Incident report #RK-6676.
    “The incident involved a group of nine well skilled and trained ski hikers from the Ural Polytechnical Institute who had set up camp for the night on the slopes of Kholat Syakhl.”
    Investigators later determined that the skiers had torn their tents from the Inside out. They fled the campsite, running from an imminent threat. Some of them were barefoot, under heavy snowfall. The bodies showed signs of struggle; Dyatlov had injuries to his right fist, as if he had been in a fist fight. One victim had a fracture in the skull and another was found with brain damage with no physical injuries to the skull. One of the skiers skull fractures was so severe it was determined that he would not have been able to move. One women’s tongue was missing. Soviet authorities determined that an “unknown compelling force” had caused the deaths, and one body was found with slight radiation traces left on their body.
    Some speculated the true nature of the incident claiming it was a yeti or some sort of military accident, or something more terrifying. However due to lack of evidence no assumptions or solid cases were made, but these injuries were so severe that it could be caused by a car crash force. However it wasn’t a ski accident either, none of the bodies shown any injuries that might be sustained from skiing.
    So what caused this Incident? What happened to Igors Crew? Did something supernatural occurred or was this another act of military experiment, it seems we never know the true nature of events that happened on this mountain.
    Until now….
    “That’s a wrap Dev!” as the man turns off the camera “a little too corny at the end, but other than that it’s a wrap.”
    “Yeah? Feedback is great? I mean I didn’t come off as a cheesy ghost story though right?” Dev replies
    “Nah you look great! And I’m not saying that because you’re paying me 50$ a day to film your uh midlife crises vide-“
    “Documentary! Jason and besides you’re the only guy I know with an all season camera too, and go cheap just like a village whore.”
    “Hey now!”
    Dev chuckles and resumes helping Jason putting away the video equipment in the cases.” It wasn’t a midlife crises video blog or some shit like!” Devich he grumbles
    He looks back and sees Ural Mountains in the distant, or the territory of it but behind it, just north of it lies northwest of it lies Kazakhstan territory and somewhere between him and the city lies the Devils Pass, military restrictions keeps hikers and skiers out due to the incident.
    Vaya was the territory they were camped at, its residents consist of only few dozen people or so, the river that runs through is bluer that ever, Vishera River due to the calmness and the day that chose to film it would be in the middle of winter, and military restrictions were not running on the hour.
    “Hey! Dev your drunk bastard get over here and come see this!” Jason exclaims from the bridge where their van was parked.
    He looks over and sees the American idiot running towards a cabin that has been weathered and torn down roof, but the house still stands at an angle
    He sighs and runs after him across the bridge, “Hey be careful! You don’t know these woods like I do!”
    Jason already disappeared inside the cabin and Dev slowly approaches the settled old wooden cabin, the area around the house is heavily wooded and the front yard is filled with logs and boards with nails.
    “This area isn’t safe but then again when is motherland kind to its own or Americans, he enters the dark door and sees steps leading upstairs the living room on the left, and the kitchenette on the right, a rusty sink and woodstove occupy the kitchen, these old items remind him of his times back at home, distant from this wintery wasteland. He enters the living room and sees furniture, weathered with dust, and mold, he picks up a torn piece of paper, consisting of small family, he looks around and hears movement upstairs, he figures it’s his comrade, just as he’s about to step inside he hears footsteps in the other room down the hall, he looks upstairs and to down the hallway to a door closed. He slowly approaches the closed door, seeing a shadow cross it, he inches closer and feels a chill up his arm as he reaches for handle.
    “Hey Devich get up here you drunk bastard!” Dev shakes his head and goes upstairs; when he gets there he sees a wide grey sky with light flakes trickling down a baby carriage, what appears to be somebodies baby room for their child
    “C’mon Jason, the dead don’t like to be bothered.”
    “This country is great, I know I’ve only been here for 6 months, but I like the landscape, the pine trees, and the quietness out here.”
    “This land and country is beautiful because its quiet and I think we should keep it that way.” Dev opens his canister and takes a drink. “Let us remember to those who face the hardships of the motherland, she can be comforting but cruel to those who are not weary of their paths.”
    “Proshchay!”
    “Proschay…
    He takes a long a drag and blows the smoke out, staring into the clouds that danced with the snow in the weary dark sky. Lonesome into the night they go, and to unknown lands they go, forever hidden in the snow.











    Battle of Winters: Book 1
    Chapter 2: To the Living

    Later that Day the sun is set and the sky is still grey, comforting to his mind because he can sleep easily, the two rest easy back in town, the town is a 5 hour drive through the woods, they reach a settlement called Krasnovishersk, the town is a district in Perm Krai, located on the western slopes of the Northern Urals, their first stop was back at the supermarket they say, it was closed, but they see a young girl with blonde hair locking the supermarket up.
    “Excuse me miss!” Jason rolls down the passenger window “We need a place to sleep, do you have any rooms or beds we can sleep in.
    The girl looks at the first man nervously, but then Dev peeks his head out and begins to speak to the young lady in their language. Soon her nervous looks turns into a smile and she points into town, she walks up and opens the side door and gets in.
    Dev begins talking to her in Russian language, and the young girl laughs, he points to Jason in the passenger seat and makes weird hand motions and hears him says “American”.
    The girl nods and says, “Ahhh, so your American?”
    The pouter in the passenger seat is surprised to hear her speak English in a thick heavy accent
    “So you do speak?”
    “Yes of course, and so do you?” the girl chuckles and
    Jasons face is red and he corrects himself. “Sorry, I’m Jason miss, and this is Devich.” He points to man driving
    “I’m Sasha.” The girl smiles back
    The van is dark but Jason can make out a few appearances of the young lady, her hair is blonde, and she wears normal clothing except her hair is in a bun held together by a ribbon.
    “So you’re American? Hmm how is it? Is it true as they say that the land has sky scrapers and soo many lights?”
    “Yes, it is as they say.” He chuckles, “and the land has all kinds of landscapes, not just sky scrapers, we have mountains, and many trees just like here, but we also have deserts and oceans”
    “Then it is beautiful as my Papa described it! Awe-some! I can’t believe today I meet an actual American.” She squeals
    Devich studies hard at the word she just said….”American”
    “Yeah I am full blown American but my father is German”
    “Tsk tsk don’t say such things here, our land is still at war with where you’re from and Americans are considered an annoyance but you’ll love here, papa would be happy to see you.”
    “So I’m getting to meet the parent’s alrig-Ow!”
    Devich burly fist strikes Jasons arm
    “Jason we’re here for a while, I believe we over welcomed our hospitality, we shouldn’t be rude.”
    “No no, I am terribly sorry, of course you two are more than welcomed, my papa would be soo worry about me caught up In a storm like this, you two are my saviors, the walk is treacherous.”
    “So that store you work at? How long you work there?”
    “My papa was given the store when he was young, my papa could hardly tolerate the walk, and the hours so he employed me a full time worker. I don’t mind, its quite peaceful, I Find it lovely to work there, I was closing the store, when I heard there was to be a storm, and night time settled fast. Then you two came and I’m happy you both did.”
    “If there’s anymore we can do miss, you let us know.”
    Jason is staring at awe at this beautiful young girl she looks just as old as he was, except his hair is darker, then hers was, his face was young and his chin was pointy and not too wide, he examines himself in the mirror to be sure he didn’t appear goofy. His face was clear, and his hair was a light brown, he always wore a stocking cap and was well skinny and slim, however his friend was opposite.
    Devich hair is brown, his eyes are brown and he has a beard, messy five-o-clock aftershave on his face,he had an old cut going from his nose to his cheek, he was slightly more built and, Jason could tell when he looked at his companion that they both were made to do things like this, not sit at home and watch mediocre shows all day for their rest of their lives
    As Jason and the young lady were talking, Devich had a sudden feeling something was watching them, but from where. He got a weird feeling about this whole trip, but he couldn’t stop now, not as soon as they reach closer, he was so close.
    The land was thick with wood and they drive down towards a snowy-valley, they see a couple dim litted cabins, surrounded by trees.
    The van comes to a stop at the end of the road leading down to the cabins and silhouetted shacks.
    “We have to walk from here to avoid getting stuck.” The blonde girl states as she pulls over her head blanket. “C’mon you two, you can stay here for the night, it’s not a luxury five star hotel like you imagined.”
    The storm starts to get worse as the wind picks up and the snow is thrown all over. Devich settles his coat and grabs his things out the van; Jason is in the back pulling as much equipment as he can
    “Jason! Grab what you need and we’ll lock up the rest and trek easier on foot.” Dev grabs his phone and they begin to trek down the road, the storm is wild and visibility was really low, you can only see blurry forms moving around.
    The storm brews but the moon remains calm….
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