Book Three in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝And she thought they were heartless monsters.❞
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She had nightmares about the creatures that lurked in the night and howled to the moon. One of them nearly killed her once and since the accident, s...
elysian (adj.) || divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect
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She hummed softly.
Her boots crunched on the freshly fallen snow, her cheeks rosy to the crisp air. The road she followed laid in absolute serene, the blanket of snow undisturbed before her as welcome to its wonder. One night, she had gone to bed with fall leaves decorating the ground and a crimson sky, only to wake to a completely different world in the morning.
It had been a few months of winter already but the snow was notorious for coming swiftly and unexpectedly in her area. She had gotten used to the weather's bipolar mood swings. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy the cold either because, despite many people, she actually loved how the snow laid the earth in complete and utter peace.
She was glad when her father moved them into the mountains, away from the south where they barely saw any snow. Christmas just wasn't Christmas when the ground outside was brown. She believed the true spirit of Christmas couldn't be true without the purity kissing the land in white; and this year it had been a blessing to the season.
She let out a gentle sigh, pausing in her hum, and smiled at the sight of the town ahead. It wasn't a very large town, the population was just under two hundred, and many of the people had left as soon as the snow came. She wouldn't say that it was a perilous winter in the mountains but it wasn't for the faintest of hearts either.
Often, the snow would fall so rapidly that their weekly delivery truck couldn't get them supplies and they would go a week without, or the heavy snow would take down a power line and they wouldn't have power for a few days. Complications of living in the heart of winter weren't uncommon, and she, like everyone else in the town, were very used to working out the rough spots.
The community was small and tightly knit, much like a group of close friends, and everyone knew their neighbor. She loved how warm and welcoming the people were, it was part of the reason she didn't want to ever leave, and she had yet to meet a townsfolk who was ill tempered. It was a simple life, a throwback to the good ol' days, if she did say so herself. A time where people loved their neighbor as themselves.
Her sled bumped along the sidewalk as she ambled down mainstreet. A few cars rumbled past on the freshly plowed road and she waved a couple greetings as she passed people shoveling their driveways and porches. Mostly everyone lived on mainstreet but some people lived a bit off in the woods, like she and her father; they lived about a mile out of town.
There was a little gas station on the west end of town, a hardware about in the middle, and the cafe, diner and post office on the east side of town. The kids had to ride the school bus forty-five minutes to the next town. More often than none, the bus couldn't make it in the winter and nobody had to do school, but last winter the parents have been making the kids walk. She was glad she could do her school from her own bedroom, it was almost a privilege to be homeschooled.
