As the current pushed their iceberg along and the storm inched closer and closer to them, the child started to prepare.

Ivory still had yet to return. While that worried the child, they concentrated on preparing their territory for what was coming for them.

The ice underneath their iceberg was flat and did not have many indents, and the child started to use this space to create a hiding area for all of the krill and blue-ringed snails that lived outside of their territory.

They created pressurized ice caverns, large enough to keep the populations of krill and snails safe. These caverns were large enough and completely filled with water that it dropped their iceberg a couple of centimetres into the water. The caverns were connected through small tunnels that they could close off and reinforce the entrance to keep their animals inside and not allow them to go outside. The child wanted to keep them safe, and even though they could increase their population if needed, they didn’t want to. These were their animals, beings a part of them, and they wanted to protect them to a certain degree.

Once the caverns were made, the child directed the swarms of krill and the snails into rooms. Though they didn’t close the tunnels off yet, most of the animals stayed in the rooms or very close to the entrances.

Once the underwater safety caverns were finished and most of their animals were already in them, the child started creating an area for the sharp bills to be safe in.

On the top and the side of the iceberg, the child started to dig a tunnel with a room attached to it.

The tunnel was one metre by one metre, and the room was ten metres long and five metres tall. The room was large, they knew, but the sharp bills were large birds, and the child planned to use this room as a resting or nesting place for the birds to live even when the storm passed. So the child took pieces of cushion moss and covered most of the room with the moss.

As they finished creating the room, the child directed their sharp bills to go to the room. With flaps of their wings and a couple of squawks, the sharp bills shuffled through the tunnel and into the room.

Once all the creatures living outside their iceberg were in the rooms they made for their safety, the child watched the storm.

Second, by second, the storm crept closer and closer. Then, as it crept closer, the ocean began to become rougher.

The waves became a lot larger and the wind stronger, and their iceberg started to rock and shift faster and harder than ever before.

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The child was getting very concerned that Ivory wouldn’t make it in time. But the current was pushing them closer to the islands, so the child hoped that Ivory would come in time.

And she did.

Just as the child was about to close up the entrances of the rooms and their dungeon, Ivory came flapping to them with a bucket filled with new things.

But the child did not have time to check what was in the bucket, so they quickly claimed the contents, created two small rooms off of the first floor that was either filled with water or empty, and quickly sorted from the aquatic species and the land species. Then, they sealed those rooms up with the bucket and directed Ivory to the sharp bill room.

Ivory flew to the entrance and got acquainted with their new environment, and the child closed up the bird’s entrance and the caverns underneath their iceberg.

When they tried to close up the entrance to the first floor. It did not work. They were stopped and received multiple blue screens as they tried multiple ways to completely block their dungeon from the outside.

Warning! You cannot close off the dungeon to the outside world.

Warning! You cannot close off the dungeon to the outside world.

Warning! You cannot close off the dungeon to the outside world.

Warning! You cannot close off the dungeon to the outside world.

On the last warning, the child finally found out why they could not seal their dungeon inside their iceberg.

Warning! Severe damage to your core will occur if the dungeon is closed off.

So they tried something else. They created a series of smaller and smaller grates from the entrance of the tunnel to the first room. It still allowed water to flow, but hopefully, it would prevent their smaller creatures and plants from being pulled out of the room and damaged. Or at least limit the damage.

Just as they were finishing up with the grates, the storm hit.

Rain smashed into the water and their iceberg, dancing across the sky with the wind. Thunder rattled across the sky as the wind rushed against their iceberg, pushing their iceberg and icebergs surrounding them, helped along with the angry waves dragging the pieces of ice toward the grouping of islands.

With lightning lighting up the sky and thunder pounding, with the clash of waves and wind with their ice, their iceberg got closer and closer to the islands.

The child stayed somewhat calm as the waves and wind rocked their iceberg, but they were concerned. The storm was getting more powerful, and they noticed that they could see the bottom of the ocean, something that they had never seen before.

While the iceberg rocked and twisted around, the first floor was battered. A few of their animals died from being smashed into the wall, and the rest seemed to be flustered or stunned by the harsh movements, but they were okay.

The inhabitants of the bird cavern and the caverns underneath the iceberg were battered as well but still alive and safe.

When they checked the sub-dimension, it appeared that the storm did not affect the dimension at all. Whatever the environment outside is like won’t affect the area within the sub-dimension.

The child watched as the storm continued to batter them and many other icebergs and ice pieces toward the islands.

They watched as the wind and waves pushed them to increasingly closer ground.

Very soon, they were pushed past one of the islands with the ground pushing up into their territory. The story continued to push them shallower and shallower until they reached two islands close together.

With screeches and groans, the storm pushed their iceberg shallower and shallower. However, the scraping of the bottom of the iceberg did nothing to stop the constant pressure that the storm exuded.

The iceberg slowly inched further and further into the rocks and sand until it could not be pushed anymore.

With creaks and moans, the wind and waves pushed the iceberg onto its side with a large crash.