Cold.
She felt cold, not the cold you enjoyed after those long, hot summer months, but the deep bone chilling, bitter cold that left you feeling numb.
The cold that sunk down into your bones and seemed as if it would never melt, the cold that small villages feared, the cold that came with nightmares. The cold that killed.
She wasn't sure the last time she had been cold, she wasn't sure if she had ever been cold, she couldn't remember. Her mind was foggy, hollow even, like all her memories had left her, she couldn't remember. It was that thought that spurred her into a sitting position, that forced open her frozen eyelids, she was greeted with green. Green was the colour of the towering pine trees that stood stark against the white coated ground stretching out beneath her. Above was the night, the dark sky twinkling with an impossible number of stars, few bright and strong, others tiny pinpricks, all blending together in a hazy white glow, a glow that she somehow knew were reflected in her eyes—eyes of deep blue and speckled with silver, eyes of the night. It was the type of sky that was untouched, forgotten.
While her memories seemed to have disappeared she knew she was in a forest, knew that it was the snow that left her cold, knew the names of the trees, and yet she felt at peace. A strange feeling for someone so lost in their own mind. But she knew a lot, she could tell, she knew how to walk, she knew how to run, she knew how to talk, to laugh, she knew how to fight, knew how to kill. But how she knew these things, how she had learnt them, those thoughts—memories had fled from her mind, she couldn't remember any people, if she had been to places.
She blinked, watching the night sky above her in a daze. Her coldness melting away until she felt numb and tingly.
She lay, and waited. She wasn't sure for what, but she felt as if she were here for a reason, so she waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Until the first signs of dawn could be seen across the sky, a tinge of light blue blending in to a pink. It was then when she noticed the eyes hidden within the trees; molten and fierce gleaming with hunger—predators' eyes. The creature noticing her attention sauntered out from the cover of the trees. It was a hideous thing, its skin was charred and hanging from its skeletal frame. Its feet dragged through the snow, stopping when it noticed she had not moved. Its head tilted giving her a look as if saying, why are you lying here. Then it spoke, its voice rough and ancient,
"I have not seen on your kind upon these lands in millennia's," it ground out.
What did he mean her kind? Surely he must be mistaken, she was only mortal.
