[center][h1]Chapter 18[/h1]
[sub]Slip-up[/sub][/center]

	Jenso made his way to the north, eventually skewing right off the path that would have lead him further north-east, and tread his way into a progressively more barren landscape. Eventually, snow began to fall at random intervals. Before he knew it, he was ankle-deep in a large blanket of white snow.

	But there were no landmarks, no paths, and his body temperature began to drop. Had he made the right decision traveling north unprepared? Only time would tell, but Jenso's time was running short..