Winter Sound

Chapter 3: Spark in the Snow

I'd like to give credit to my Tumblr niece, @greenlightsaberluke, for her collaboration with me on this chapter. Please enjoy. Auntie Kenobi loves you. 😉😊🙂😍😘
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Ivory snow fell gracefully down to the ground in tiny little drops to blanket the earth around Russia in its frigid shroud. At the same time, a red-haired figure began to travel through the woods alone as her pet fox followed closely beside as her guardian vigil. The young dame walked by foot as the snow coated her dark clothing, hair, and long ebony eyelashes with white softness as the chilly air sent shivers up her warm spine.

Eventually, Anya made her way towards the center of the woods as she began to relax while she felt the aura of nature within her body. At once, Vixie stepped back until she sat down on the snow in her haunches while the redhead closed her eyes and took deep breathes as if she were doing yoga, kneeling to the ground on her knees. Then, as quick as a flash, white snow seemed to surround the redhead as the wind picked up while the young woman opened her azure eyes again, showing off her powers in the security and comfort of the woods that she called home. What everyone didn't know about this woman was that she herself was enchanted with the gifts of enhanced physical capabilities and mental links with other people since after World War II years prior, but why she hid her powers from others, no one knew except for her. The main reason was because she saw people similar to her being harassed for what they were and what they could do. But she also didn't know who to trust with her secret and she feared that if she just told every Tom, Dick, and Harry about her gifts, then many people would try to fight to get their hands on her and disrupt her life of peace in her cottage in the woods.

However, while she was stretching out her magical muscles after a while of keeping herself and her powers reserved from the world, Anya could feel something in her body as she heard prayers to Heaven and soft cries of pain inside her head. At once, Anya's head turned towards the source of the sound as her blue orbs widened into the size of large dinner plates while her whole body trembled heavily. At once, the young dame could hear the sounds inside her head again as she created a mental link with a little girl, cold and dying of Typhus in her bed, as her own body trembled with the cold of winter. Every time the child coughed a dryly to produce a hacking noise, her bodily rashes itched, or a wave of pain and nausea hit the little child's physique, Anya could feel that kind of chronic pain within her own body as if she had Typhus herself. At once, tears came to Anya's eyes out of sympathy for the girl's pain as she felt the child fight for her life, even with all the medicine in the world that her poor parents could afford for her. She was their only daughter and as she fought her battle with the deadly epidemic that always shape-shifted throughout the ages, the girl struggled with all her might on her last breath before she was accepted into the afterlife while Anya's tears increased in torrents down her face as she crouched down further in the snow on her knees while she held her hand over her mouth in disgust.

At once, Anya felt terrible as she began to sob while she bit her bottom lip and hugged herself with her jacket and scarf. Then, the redhead let loose an ear-shattering scream that could've been best described as blood-curdling, not caring who heard her in her trance of grief for the little Russian girl who just died of disease. And out of pity for the little girl, Anya cried silent tears as she wrapped her arms and her clothing more tightly around her body to act as comforting human arms while she closed her eyes and bowed her head lower to the ground.

However, what Anya didn't hear or sense with her powers was the fact that there was someone or something behind her as crunching of the snow and huffs of breath echoed on the wind. After catching their breath, the male figure stared upon Anya as he tried to deduce what was wrong with the redhead as he toted his rifle around, believing that he was in danger upon hearing a loud scream in the vacant white abyss. However, once he saw Anya alone in the snow and unarmed, Winter came walking by, rifle still in hand, as he knelt down beside the young woman. From a meticulous observation of the young dame, Winter could tell that there was something wrong with the woman from the way sniffles escaped her lips, her hands covered her beautiful face, and the way she trembled as if from anything else but the perpetual snow of Russia. At once, a battle of conscience started to commence as many internal thoughts came into Winter's head all at once without cessation, 'I've seen this Anya girl many times, and every time I do, she always makes me feel calm, safe, and welcome...My master and comrades don't treat me like she does. They treat me like trash or an asset as they call me all the time, but she treats me like an actual human...But she looks upset about something...So what do I do? Do I say something or do I touch her? Or what else do I do if that doesn't work or should I even do anything at all?...'