Selenne

The ground beneath her body rumbled. Shivers ran all the way up through her spine, making her all the more aware of the goose bumps on her skin.
Even if she actually knew it couldn’t be possible, she felt something smooth against her bare skin, caring it, protecting it from the chilly air. She could sense her fingers and her feet again. And she was lying on the top of something. It was soft, and shaggy, like some animals fur.

She tried to move slightly, knowing that wherever she was, she was not alone. Her arms barely obeyed her, and she found out quite difficult even to raise a couple of inches. She was tied up.

Suddenly, her eyes were wide open. She didn’t care about being noticed anymore. She was wrapped up on furry blankets and tied with ropes, securing her to the wooden sledge carrying her on.
She saw a muscular, blond young man watching her curious. She heard him saying something when he saw her eyes opening, but she just couldn’t make it through. Not like she cared, anyway.

Selenne closed her eyes again and tried to remember. Her head felt foggy, with random memories dancing all over her mind. She could recall the piercing slash of the frozen wind, the pain on her feet because of the snow, the lack of strength in her muscles. She remembered the sight of her ancient village, the one in which she had grown up.

It seemed to be so near, yet too far away. Everything was white. The little town was covered by a snow white carpet, buried under the weight of the hard winter weather.
And the blizzard. Above everything else, she remembered the blizzard.
Even then she could see it coming after her, chasing her. Then, just darkness.

Her silvery eyes looked for the boy kneeling besides her, observing her. She wanted to ask him where were they taking her, where were they going, what was gonna happen to her. But when she opened her mouth, all she could do was let go a soft groan.
By the way he was looking at her, she knew he hasn’t seen one like her before. He was human. And he was young. He just hadn’t live enough dawns to recognize her kind.

He was staring at her like she was some kind of prey, some kind of achievement that could actually make him look brave and grown up. Something he could show his friends when he got home.
She glared at him, and she could see how uneasy that made him feel. By the time he had taken her, she was weak and unconscious. She was vulnerable. Otherwise, he would have never succeeded.

She struggled trying to free herself, but the knots that kept the ropes around her were far well done. She wasn’t strong enough to tear them apart. The young man held his hand in her chest to pull her back on the sledge. He obviously didn’t want his prey to run away.

She scowled at him, her fists closing in anger under the furry blankets. Her liquid silver eyes glowed in the moonlight, giving her an even wilder appearance. She frightened him.
She realized she should have seemed fragile when he found her, completely naked, almost dead frozen in the ice. But that didn’t make her the least less dangerous. He just didn’t know with whom he was messing around.
But he would. She was gonna make sure of that.

Selenne, Moonlight shine

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.