It had been 3 months since I seen Roxy. Within that time frame, I had got the stairs built and a story of the tree house built. I wasn't liking the fact I was all alone with Katie and the weather changing. The air was getting colder day by day and whatever money I made went to getting warmer clothing for us. The only thing I was proud of, was the fact we had some sort of shelter.
Katie was curled up in her sleeping bag with her bunny toy. I looked up at the sky as it was slowly turning pinks, purples and oranges. Shivering a bit as a gust of wind blew my hair in my face, I sighed and leaned against the railing of the stairs, trying to get my hair fixed. "I really need to get a door built and power in this house of ours and more importantly I need help." I talked to myself for a bit as nightfall came and got freezing cold.
I came into the wooden box and set up my sleeping bag next to Katie's. I warmed up a bit and drifted off to sleep. All of a sudden, I heard nothing but howling and swishing as my eyes popped open from being startled. I could feel my face getting unbearably numb. Climbing out of my sleeping bag, I felt my face as it was ice. Katie woke up, realizing how cold it had got.
"W-why is it so c-cold... Yumi?" She asked between chatters of her teeth. "I don't know..." I said as I shivered and slowly made my way towards the doorway as gust of wind came through. Finally reaching the doorway, I saw that it was heavily snowing. Katie came over by me and held on tight to my pants. "Sn-snow!" She exclaimed. I could tell she was excited about this, but was just as cold as I was, if not more.
As I was about to try to get Katie back to bed, we both heard loud whimpering and whinning. "W-what's that n-noise?" Katie asked. I shrugged and got her back to her sleeping bag. "Just stay here, I'll go check." She nodded at me and huddled deep in her bag with her toy as I left her there to see what the noise was.
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A New Perspective
FantasyFor being a forest elf, Yumi had a simple and relaxed life amongst living in a humble village. A loving father, loving mother (5 months into pregnancy), friends, and nothing but the sweetest sounds of nature. It was a productive village, that is...