The phantom in the crystal

It happened to be a hot day in Austria, as me and my dad went rock climbing. It was six o'clock and I was very exhausted, but I decided to give it one more try. I shuffled over to the huge slab of rock where the manager stood. I handed over the money, as I felt myself shivering all the way through. Then I leaned over to the rock surface, as I felt a distant chill sweep over me like a poor hermit sweeping away the dust from his cave. As I started to climb upwards, I slipped and frantically tried to grab hold of a piece of rock.

I tried to think what to do. Soon I realised that I was back safely on the ground. But just as I was about to wipe off all the dirt that I had somehow managed to get on my hands, I noticed that a piece of shimmering rock lay in the palm of my hand. I gasped as I must have fallen over and wondered why I was on the ground, with a horrible empty feeling forming in my stomach. I took another glance at the old dusty stone and I discovered that in the back of the crystal there was a face. Not a normal face. But that was a different face, one with jagged hair, its eyes were sunken in, just to leave a dark mark. Its skin was wrinkled creating scarred creases. Was this supposed to be my future?