Winter Shadows of the Vale

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖓

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖓 (𝖓) 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐

It has been a simple feat, really. The day that the little girl was born was meant to be the happiest day of the new parent's lives. But the doctor had look perplexed, they had first asked what was wrong, if the baby had died or had a condition.

"Condition is putting it lightly..." Is all he said before handing the small bundle of 'joy' over to the awaiting parents. 

Margery, the mother of the girl was exhausted but held her with pride, but when she really looked she gasped. "Oh dear..."

All the nurses and doctors had left the tent, all sworn to secrecy at that moment and left them to it. The father, Bernard, walked over intrigued, "What could possible be wrong?"

He stopped short when he saw the small girl. Her hair, which was only grown in slightly was a pure white, not a platinum blonde and her eyes were as bright as any diamond. "Is she what I think she is?"

The father spoke with a slight surprise in his voice, "I believe so, my dear."

Margery didn't have a doubt in her mind, she would protect this child to her last days, no matter the cost it would have. Of course, he loved the child, but Bernard was a bit more hesitant of the possible consequences that would occur because of the child.

It was rare. Extensively rare for someone to be born a Shadow Teller, and it seems little Winter was just that. Think it as rain in the desert, it happens but it's not like the rain forest. 

Most people who had seen her thought nothing of it, well for the most part. Unlike most Shadow Tellers, Winter wasn't born with different attributes. Some were born with scales, some extra limbs, and others resembled that of animals. Winter, however, looked perfectly normal as normal goes.

Her hair was white, but most just thought it was a birth defect and her eyes along with it. So no one really paid that much attention to it. Plus, she was utterly beautiful and men and some women swooned when they saw her. 

From a young age she showed signs of being taller than average, taking her father's enormous height but her mother's petite frame. Her hair was long, usually her bangs out while the rest of her hair was pulled back. When down it reached past her hips, framing her lithe body perfectly.

Her actual height, is she's ever asked, is five foot nine with a straight back, and considering she had amazing posture it was everyday. 

So this day wasn't much of a surprise, that on the afternoon of her twenty and second birthday, that another suitor walked up and greeted her.

"Hello, Miss."

Her hair moved dramatically when she turned over to the tall man, having to look up into his eyes with a small smile. "Hello, may I help you?"

Winter finally stood up straight and was a bit closer to his eyes this time. He just looked at her for a long moment and smirked, "I don't know, can you?"

On polite impulse she chuckled, "That's why I'm asking you."

He didn't smile so she moved past him to continue looking through the fruit of the market, "And now you're running off?"