Spellbound

Prolouge

I enter the Wintertide realm, my purple blade tight in my grasp. The snowfall is heavy and it normally never is. It's usually fairly light and soft. The snow is compacted and it crunches below my booted feet as I slowly walk, turning my head left to right. I let out a heavy breath, scanning the white area for my friends, but I can hardly see much of anything. My eyes only cast over the thick snowflakes that fall into my lashes and the tall and dark trees. It all blends in with the shaded tinted clouds that hide the blue skies.

Chills run down my spine and I let out a shaky breath as the thick snowflakes slip into my scarf and melt onto my bare, pale skin. I was never a fan of the Wintertide realm. But only because I have never really admired the snow. Entering this realm, I'd always get an eerie feeling, especially now.

I'm only 5'4 and I'm an eighteen year old girl in these white woods all by myself. I've never travelled here on my own, but after the big fight that broke out with Fury back in New York, I had to come. I bet this all sounds basic and something you were expecting. A bad guy. Someone has to just get in the way with my story, right? Well just wait. During that fight, I unexpectedly had spit up with my friends and I could not find them anywhere since. I have no knowledge of whether they're together or not, but my only main focus is to find them. I don't care about how long it takes me.

Not to mention, that fight had only happened a few hours ago. I've been searching for them ever since. If I don't find them, I don't know what I'm going to do. They're all I have and I told myself not to get too attached to them in the beginning, but look at what I did. I got too attached. After this long and overwhelming journey of trying to find all of the Power Gems and defeat Fury, this almost feels like the end. The newest member of the group is strolling through the dark and bitter woods all on her own, trying to find her friends.

My series of walking around comes to a halt. I narrow my eyes, seeing a dark silhouette in the distance. The person appears to be a male. I can tell by the broad shoulders and the cropped hair. I run towards the silhouette and my flow of red hair bounces on my shoulders.

Once I get closer to the man, I notice that his face is buried in his bloody, bandaged hands. I tilt my head, getting an idea of who he is. He has a bracelet of triangular tattoos around both wrists and his black tee shirt is teared at the sleeves. Only one person I know would be wearing a tee shirt in a winter realm.

"Jake!" I call and I tear through the snow, falling onto my knees beside him. He isn't crying, but I can hear his heavy and shaky breath of frustration. "Jake, I've been looking for all of you!" I inform him, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders.

Jake lifts his face from his hands and he makes direct eye contact with me. His intense, brown eyes are so hopeless and fractured. "Blythe, I lost them," Jake croaks.

I furrow my brows at him. His breath and his skin is warm against my skin, making me feel calmer but at the same time, I'm still in a shock. "W-what do you mean you lost them?" I don't hesitate to ask.

Jake tears his eyes away from me. He seems so lost. He shakes his head as if he's blaming himself for whatever had happened when I wasn't around. "Our friends, I don't know where they went." Jake's voice is deep and sincere. "We were all here, fighting Fury and...I got knocked out," Jake lifts his shirt and my eyes widen in concern when I see a deep, red cut. Dark, thick blood pours out nonstop. I don't know why Jake didn't even decide to do anything about it?

I guess I really shouldn't even be asking myself that. When I met Jake from the start, it was crystal clear to me that he was fairly confident in himself. He was always speaking so highly about the fact that he was a werewolf and always talking about his abs. He never hesitated so say what came to mind. And all of that comes with the fact that he cannot bare to show anyone his tears and his physical and emotional pain. Jake sees it has himself being "weak" because he wants to be strong for his sister, Jasmine and the rest of us as his friends. But as I said before; his dim, brown eyes blow his cover. They tell a story.

"Jake, you're bleeding!" I gasp and I unravel my purple scarf from my neck as quick as I can.

I reach out to place it over his scar, but he finches, holding a hand up. "No, it's fine, don't worry about me," he says and he meets my eyes again. "I'm more focused on finding my sister and our friends."

'We will," I assure him. The winter wind howls at the both of us, tearing through our head of hair. I get chills and Jake doesn't even move. I place my scarf on his scar and he grimaces, but he doesn't pull away this time. "We'll find them soon, I promise."