Frostfire

Dreams

As I've said in the description, this is horrible and unedited and written five years ago, so please understand. It is also discontinued, but you can read what's here even if it's not much. Check out Into the Void, a shared project on a shared account @StarCatching. It's one of the best and longest things I've written so far, approaching fifty thousand words! The length of a novel!

This writing below is unedited, as said above, and I'm sorry that there aren't proper paragraph spaces. There are in Into the Void! Please check it out, it would mean a lot to me! :D

My heartbeat pounded in my ears. The slim sword I held felt familiar but hardly comforting in my hand. It wasn't the cold that made me shiver, nor was it the forest around me that I feared; anything could be lurking in the dark.
Creeping along like a silent wolf, I made my way past the rough branches that were whipping my face consistently. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I was in desperate need of a safe place to stay for the night.
Even in this frigid weather, it didn't stroke me as strange that I didn't feel the soft flakes of snow, whirling up in the short bursts of wind, the same wind that swept my log, dark braid off if my shoulder and uncoiling down my back. Well, I felt them I guess, I felt everything. But never the cold.
Abruptly I stopped, feeling a warm presence somewhere near, and sensing eyes following my every movement. But when I turned, it was as empty and grey as before.
A tap on the bare skin in my shoulder startled me, sending snowflakes spiralling down to the ground, snowflakes I hadn't even realized were there. I was surprised to see more, coating me from head to foot. I should be cold, the snowflakes should be melting the instant they touched my skin-
Another tap, insistent this time, reminded me to be more cautious as well. The forest around me was white with snow, and the dark air hung like a veil, thickening the trees, heavy with night. Only then did I realize how quiet it was. The intense silence had seemed loud and ringing in my ears. If I listened close enough, I could hear the soft padding of snowflakes landing everywhere. It was calming, captivating, mesmerizing even.
I shook my head. Why did I let myself get so easily distracted by snow?
Something moved, slightly, and I wouldn't have noticed it if it hasn't been straight in front if me. Slowly, painfully slowly, a figure appeared in front if me.
I jumped back, visibly startled, and when he laughed, I scowled I'm response. I had heard stories when I was younger of kidnappings, horrid kidnappings. They were happening more and more these days. I put a respectable distance between us and stood stiffly, examining him.
He looked to be about a year or two older than me, as I was around fifteen, but he had a slim form that left me wondering if I could beat him in a fight. His eyes were lined with dark circles, and his clothes seemed to sag with him, against him. He looked... Tired.
But what startled me was the small, pet-like creature that was perched on his shoulder as he leaned casually against a thick, towering pine, surveying me curiously. It leaned in closer, sniffing curiously, and I found myself gazing into its silvery eyes, deeply set into its horned, black head.
He hopped from shoulder, landing on mine, and when I turned, alarmed, to the bit, he chuckled. I took the tiniest step back, wondering... About him.

"Looks like Peril likes you!"

He laughed softly when he saw my expression.

"Don't look so... well... I dunno.

I realized the look on my face must be pretty hilariously ridiculous. I flushed deeply, embarrassed.
Dark swathes of hair framed his sharp features, a mildly handsome face. There were dark circles beneath his piercing blue eyes, and skin was pulled taunt against his prominent cheek bones.
A playful smile stretched his pallid lips across his face, and it was then that I saw that he was like me - everything about him was pale, faint, cold and distant. Like me.
He gave me a cheeky wink that seemed to lighten his features a little. My skin prickled under his gaze. He reached towards me, and in an instant, I guessed what he was about to do.
That was when I brought up my fist, and punched him in the face.
I bit my lip when I saw the whites of his eyes roll up in his head, his skin only just rosier than the snow beneath him. But then I remembered what he had been about to do, I remembered his hand, slowly, drawing a tiny, curved dagger from his boot while occupying me with his icy eyes, remembered the quiver and bow strung across his back, and him reaching, straining almost, to touch the familiar weaponry. And then my decision was final -
As I dragged him off in the direction of the clearing, I decided to question him later.
Who had sent him to kidnap me?