Winterspell

Winterspell (true intentions)

-Note from the author-

I am terribly sorry for the late update.

Ok... Um...

This story is told from multiple, characters' points of view. The transition from one person's point of view is indicated by the characters name being above that section. If the section finishes, a new section starts and no name is at the top of that section then that section is bring told from the narrator's perspective.

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Alice...

The wind howled at me.

The ground seemed far away at first but now it reached up for me, I couldn't breathe but I couldn't tell if it was because the object in my back or the strong wind that pressed against me.

Was it trying to save me?

No, it was just resistance, if anything it meant that I was gonna reach the ground sooner rather than later.

Well at least this time...

I won't...

Survive.

But...

But...

I wanna see mom again, I wanna taste blueberry muffins again.

I wanna live,

I don't wanna die,

I don't wanna die...

I don't- huh? Something seemed to reach out coming up at me, my first reaction was to shield my face.

I stopped abruptly and felt as a cold numb and sharp pain coursed through my whole body, it hurt everywhere and no matter what direction I tried moving the pain simply intensified. I was over a branch of some sort and the ground was still very far down and I was slipping.

Only my left hand moved.

My right side was completely numb.

I dug my fingers into the bark but even so I still slipped.

Little by little, gravity tugged at me.

Everything started coming back to me in vivid colors.

Mom..

Tess...

Everybody...

And that's when my hand slipped and I had nothing to hold onto.

Falling.

Everything slowed.

The wind seemed to stop, I held my breath...

Damn it!

How can I be this unlucky?

As soon as I'd thought that something grabbed my wrist and held on.

"Come-on don't give up" said the person who'd saved me.

I looked into his eyes, why does he seem so familiar?

I've seen this figure somewhere before, that hair, those eyes.

But why?

Why was he helping me?

At that moment I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

(Even though fate was cruel to me.)

"You gotta help me here, gimme your other hand," he demanded.