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𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆 ❄️ A Girl Called Solace

I was a good person. Or, at least, I thought I was. It’s strange how easily that can change when something inside you is ripped away.

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𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖮𝖭𝖤
𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄

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The world around her was suffocating, thick and oppressive, as though the fog itself was closing in, swallowing her whole. Shapes flickered at the edge of her vision, distorted shadows that shifted and writhed in the mist. But it wasn’t the shadows that scared her.

A deep, unnatural groan echoed up from below, vibrating through her bones.

The ice quivered beneath her feet, trembling as if it were alive. It ground together with a low, menacing groan, splintering into violent cracks that echoed through the cold air. Then, for a brief, terrifying moment, everything went still.

Then, like a gunshot, the first rupture came—sharp and sudden, going through her chest with reverberance. The ice let out a bone-rattling cry, before suddenly caving in on itself with a sickening crunch. Jagged shards exploded upward, shattering like glass, plunging into the jet black lake below.

Her heart shot into her throat, and her breath seized painfully in her lungs as she froze in place.

Don’t move. Don’t breathe.

Hairline fractues spread outward in every direction, crawling across the surface like the fingers of something hungry, something waiting. The cracks crept closer, faster, splintering the frozen lake beneath her boots.

She took a shallow breath, the air freezing her lungs as her eyes darted frantically, scanning the desolate, shifting fog for any sign of him.

“Are you here?” Her voice came out small, swallowed by the fog. It barely escaped her lips before being devoured by the silence.

A louder crack shot beneath her feet, followed by a low, sickening groan. A wail caught in the back of her throat before she swallowed hard. She tried to force her body to stay still, but her legs trembled. Fear slithered its way up her spine, cold and unrelenting.

The frozen air stung her cheeks, her fingers numb as she clenched them into fists. Her breath came in short, uneven bursts, each one clouding in front of her face before vanishing into the void.

To her right, an abrupt rustle in the fog made her head snap. Her heart pounded, as she searched with wide eyes. But there was nothing. No one. Just the swirling mist and the groaning ice beneath her.

She was alone..

The thought barely registered before another crack shot beneath her, louder this time—closer. The surface quivered, shifting dangerously beneath her weight. She looked down, terror flashing through her as she saw her reflection in the glossy, fractured ice below. The face staring back at her was distorted, wide-eyed with fear, fractures splitting her image into jagged shards.

She was running out of time.

Her heart stuttered in her chest, the sound of her pulse roaring in her ears, but it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sudden, sharp clatter that followed. She blinked in shock, her breath catching once again as she raised her eyes to the sight before her.

Suddenly, the fog parted, and there he stood.

The stag.

He was an ethereal figure, ghostly in the swirling mist, his body sleek and majestic, his antlers twisting upward like some ancient crown. But there was no comfort in his presence—only dread. His green eyes locked onto hers, piercing through the fog, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.