Varian of the Northern Isles

Night

We sat in the snow, not a word spoken. I felt numb and not only to the cold.
     "Come one. We shouldn't stay here,"Varian muttered softly. He began to rise and tried to pick me up but couldn't get me to my feet. I was dead weight.
     "Hypatia. I can't carry you," he gasped, "You've got to stand up on your own." I couldn't move, I felt like I was frozen to the ground. My sister's blank stare pinned me like a needle through my head.
     "Hypatia! Come on! We have to go! I don't think we should be found here!" Varian urged and struggled and failed to lift me one again. His voice was drowned out in the silence.
      Where was I again? Why was there a dagger lying in front of my sister? Was she my sister? Who was I?
     "HYPATIA!!!" He shouted startling me. I fell over on my side, "We need to go. Now!" The silence faded and I could hear distant footsteps. Slowly I stood, hands pressed healing on my knees and breathed cool calming air. I felt my haze shift.
     "I am Hypatia," I breathed,"The last true Queen of the Northern Isles."

I wanted to leave the dagger but Varian I.sited we take it. Just in case he said. I agreed but told him. I didn't want it anymore.
     "It was meant to be a gift for.. For." I faltered.
     Varian nodded," I get it." We ducked out of sight and picked up the pace. We paused when the footsteps drew near and ran when they faded. We ducked around corners and flitted around poles a dance almost as nimble as the snow. Soon we were out of the town and into the forest. We retraced our steps as best we could and stumbled into the warmth of the hideout.
Varian helped over to a chair by the empty fireplace and shrugged off my coat.
     "It will be okay," he murmured as my ear brushed past his cheek. I looked up at him in disbelief.
     "It may not be now, but things will be okay."
     "Varian?" He turned and saw Terrin coming out of his room.
     "HEY! ITS OKAY! THE QUEEN IS SAFE!" Terrin shouted and before I knew it candles were lighted and a log thrown on the hearth .
     "I'm sorry we didn't come after you," Terrin knelt by me and picked up Helen's knife, "But we couldn't find you in the snow."
     "It was better if you didn't follow us," I whispered. All eyes turned to me.
"Helen is dead."