Shivering seemed to be the only thing she could feel currently. Her brother was supposed to be with her. He was supposed to be taking care of her. Had he had another nightmare? She tried to stand, but her body was freezing. Raz had been wrapped around her, her body staying warm on the tall mountain. Clearly he had been gone for some time, or else her tiny frame wouldn’t be so cold.

Finally, her tiny pads got under her body and pushed her shivering form from the cold Earth. The air felt damp and it clung to her black coat like a it would have if she was swimming. Clearly there was this thing called “fog” her brother warned her about in the air. She was still tiny so this was sure to make sure she got sick, that is if she could find some place dry. Grunting she started to walk.

Her tiny paws weren’t really moving, more like they were shifting, looking for the slightest miss step of the ground could have her falling off the steep slopes would surely have the small fae falling to her death. Though each step was getting harder for her and her lungs felt heavy, yet another side-effect of her father’s torture on her and her siblings.

Now the trembling wasn’t only because she was cold, but because her body was remembering her father’s touch, the way he would attack her, the way he forced himself on one so small, so young. Shaking she missed a step and felt herself falling, only to bounce off what felt to be “rocks”. Until her body stopped falling and seemed to be stuck in between these smooth round things. Groaning, for the first time in her life she wished that she could see.

She wished the darkness that surrounded her was gone so she could figure a way out of this mess she’d now gotten herself into. Her body continued to just shiver, now the shivering was more violent. These rocks were soaked from the moist air that now was soaking her coat thoroughly. Raz.. Please… help me…. She thought through the pain, but silently the cold was calling her back to sleep. Five more minutes couldn’t hurt…