Fix You

8. White

Edgar

White.

Everything was white. The ground, the sky, the mare. A color that was hard to find back in Samernal. Back at home. But I think it's the only color that exist here. I was pretty sure that the blind could only see white and not black. Pretty sure that I was blinded from all the white and cold.

Exhausted. I had no idea how long I'd been sitting on this mare. We'd been riding hard and now just trotting on. I was sure she's even more tired than me. I had never seen winter before, none of my people had too, we had no idea how to survive here. But I knew I had to make camp to rest, if I wanted to go further.

Breath puffed in front of me, like smoke but unlike smoke. I stumbled down to the snow, leading the mare to find some level ground for camp.

Something beautiful and cold and white touched my nose. Snowflakes? Was this what you call a snowflake? I looked up to the sky.  Small and white things were coming down. Slow unlike rain. Was this the rain here?

I couldn't get a fire started here. I had no idea who or what roamed here and I wouldn't want to attract unwanted attention. I gave apples for the mare to eat and nibbled on something myself. Gave her and myself some water before setting out again after we regained some of our strength.

We did that a couple of times. The night and the day looked the same for me. White. No idea of time. Or maybe I didn't care enough to know.

The snow was deeper than usual when I felt eyes on me. It prickled the hairs on my neck even under the cover of my heavy cloak. I shifted in my saddle, a knife on my hand, the reins on my other. My eyes looking from left to right, right to left. But all I could see was white. White and white and ... a duller white?

My muscles tensed. I looked for that duller white and met with a couple of black eyes, behind a pine tree. A wolf. I stumbled on a wolf territory. Bad. This was bad. So, so bad. Wolves were uncommon in Samernal but I knew they traveled in packs. I had to get out of here. I nudged the mare out, away from the wolf, urging it to go faster.

Were we out yet? Were we safe? I couldn't relax so I prompted it to go faster still. When something white with grey flecks jumped on us. Claws digging into my thigh. The mare neighed, startled. I slashed to the right and cut flesh. Red. Mixing with white. A growl. The mare ran, stumbled and fell, throwing me off her.

I looked behind me. There were 4 wolves altogether, all majorly white. One dripped red. Blood. They growled. Not happy at all with me. Two took off after the mare and the rest stayed, circling me.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins. There was no way I could overpower two wolves when I knew next to nothing about them. I walked backwards towards the way my mare headed to. They followed me. Slowly. Gazing at me with the eyes of a predator stumbling on a prey. I didn't like being prey, I bet no one does, but I couldn't do anything about it.

I bumped on a tree and looked behind me for just a slip second to get the picture of the area I was trapped in when one of those white monsters jumped on me. I tumbled down, pinned by the not so heavy but not so light weight of the wolf. The wolf slashed me on the chest, going through cloak and clothe and skin. I screamed. It bared its teeth against me. The other wolf, the one I slashed at earlier, moving towards me slowly, as if it got all the time in the world because I was going to die on the hands of its packmate soon. No. No. I was so not going to die today, not when I just made a childish decision of running away from home.

The wolf on top of me growled at me. I growled back. Taking out my long serrated blade out of my cloak and slashed at it. It howled and jumped back. I rushed to my feet and ran with my back towards them.
I knew showing my back at predators wasn't a good idea, but I was way past logic. My chest hurt. My feet hurt. The thumping on my chest deafening me, I could barely hear the almost silent footfalls of those white wolves behind me, closing in.

I felt something in the air. Something zinging when I ran, making me think I had just ran through something when there was nothing. I glanced back and was confused but more relieved when the wolves snarled and paced, not getting any closer. They looked as if they were ... unable to pursue me further. As if they couldn't come nearer.

I stumbled to a walk, adrenaline drained. My blood tainting the snow I ran past. It didn't feel like a deep wound but it must have been, to be able to make a trail that much. I staggered on, hands on my chest trying to stop the bleeding while hoping to find my mare, but maybe it was pointless because those wolves were held back by something, what if my only mean of transportation was too?

There was something black ahead amidst all the white and the pine trees. I headed there. It would only probably take 10 minutes if I was not injured but it felt like eternity. Maybe someone's there. Black began to tinge my eyesight, trying to drag me into the world of unconsciousness. I held on. Hope. Hoped that someone was there, that a house was nearby, or perhaps my mare was there waiting for me. Hoped that it was not my imagination.

Hope pulled me onward. Pulling me closer and closer until I was able to make out that black thing I saw. It was a lamppost.

I walked through pine trees coated in white on snow covered ground. I stepped on a paved walk right when I reached the black lamppost. There was nothing there, no house, no mare, no one. Just a paved road with lampposts. What was it that they said? Hope was the first step towards disappoinment? I coughed out a laugh, life was trying so hard to be funny these days.

Light flickered on. One by one, from the lamppost I was standing beside to the next and the next and the next. I fell down, no more energy to hold myself up, too much blood draining out of me. Damn that wolf tearing up my skin so deep. I leaned on the lamppost, trying to be comfortable. If I was dying here, I had to try to at least make it comfortable.

I watched the snowflakes start to fall again, mingling with my breath. The black at the corners of my eyes spreading in. I tried to fight it. Fight. Fight. I didn't want to die yet. I hadn't done a lot of things yet. Help.

I was fading out when I saw a brown dog heading towards me. No, not a dog. A wolf. If I had the energy to groan I would have. I was so done with wolves. I closed my eyes shut. Tired and cold and hurt.

There was a voice somewhere calling out. Maybe to me, or maybe to someone else. My senses were already shut down. My body trying their best to fix the mess it was given. So I gave in to the darkness.

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