Against all odds, the small village of Krawl had survived.
Half hidden among the mountain slopes and partially buried by the continued snow avalanches, the tiny village remained, unchanged from the ravages of time.
There had been years since the last time she had passed by, decades perhaps. Now she walked down the wide valley, leaving a faint trail in the vast snow-white carpet that covered the earth.
Half naked, half frozen and barely having the strength to keep going, Selenne rubbed her arms, trying to keep warm.
She blinked several times, trying to bring down the light snowflakes consistently adhered to her lids.
Her breath condensed in her lips nearly at the same instant of breathing, and her fingers tucked under her arms most of the time, began to acquire a cyanotic hint.
She could feel her lips dry. Her soaked red hair hung down over her face, covering most of her vision. She didn't care too much.
It had been hours since she had ceased to feel her feet, and still kept going.
The mirage of her native village persuaded her not to give up, gave her the spark of hope she needed to continue. And yet it was not enough, and she was aware that without fire, or food, would not stand too much.
Her big, liquid silver coloured eyes, rose to admire the sky one more time.
The full moon was watching indifferently from his throne full of stars, deaf to hear her pleas, immune to her exhaustion.
The half-elf let out a groan before losing her consciousness and gave her mind to the darkness depths. The world was finally off for her.
Soon the snow will erase her tracks, and with them, the mere memory of her existence.
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