Yellow Light (Dragonfly #5)

I Talk to my Dead Relatives

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Zarathustra
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"We've been going for quite a while." Fulgura commented.

"It's only been three days! We have to get back to the Hill." I protested.

She paused. "I don't like the scent of the wind."

I stopped and turned my nose to the wind. It had gotten a lot colder in the winter months, almost time to celebrate the Winter Solstice. It was like the Nature Festival, only there was snow everywhere.

"I'll be fine in snow if that's what your getting at."

"What if it rains and we catch our death of hypothermia?" She wined.

"It's not cold enough to be that serious." I argued, believe me, back at the Hill we dealt with illnesses like hypothermia, frostbite, and trenchpaw every week.

However, within the span of a few hours, just after our lunch break, a light snowfall had started. The first one of the season. It was supposed to be good luck, it only made my spirits sink a bit lower. If Fulgura couldn't fly, that mean't progress had to be made in the snow, which was a whole lot slower then flat out grass. But we kept going, soon the ground was cold and wet, and I struggled to see anything through the strong flurries of white.

"We should find a place to wait this out!" Fulgura shouted at her.

"No!" I gritted me teeth stubbornly. "My brother is out there!"

"You can't push yourself like this."

"I can do anything I want." I growled back.

When she didn't answer I looked back in confusion. Then started to panic when I couldn't see her. Why did she have to be so white! I could barely see anything. I probably looked the same, being just as white.

"Fulgura!" I shouted, feeling as though the wind snatched my words away.

She didn't answer. I shivered. The temperature was dropping fast. It was a good thing I was covered in fur, or else I would have frozen long ago.

I called her name again and again until my paws were numb. This wasn't the end of the world. I just hoped she knew to find shelter nearby and stay there. Meanwhile there was frost on my primaries and icicles of my whiskers. My eyes were crusted and the mark on my right eye was probably faded. I could barely see my paws.

While hunting for shelter, I pumped my wings up and down to keep my body warm. It would be suicide to try and fly in this weather. I had zero visibility. And as soon as I left the ground the wind would pick me up like a small kit and slam me into the ground again. It was a fool's choice.

As if hearing my prayers, a speck of black became visible in the swirling white. I jumped towards it. As I got closer I could make out a cave. Good, if it were deep enough it would provide perfect shelter. It was my only hope. As soon as I thought that, Zach's voice immediately sounded through my thoughts. Help me cave-kenobi, you're my only hope. I do believe he said that to me once. Of course I hadn't the slightest idea what it meant.

It was a small cave, tucked into the side of the mountains we had been traveling over like a chipmunk stuffing a seed into it's inflated cheeks. Most of the entrance was blocked with snow, but I climed over that with ease and slid down onto the stony floor. It was freezing, but warmer in here that out within the snapping jaws of the wind. I soon discovered the small was very deep, and the ceiling grew taller as I padded along.