White. That was the word Chrysanthimum would use to describe the landscape around her. Every surface was dusted in fine, white sparkling snow. The sky was stained with fat grey clouds that filled the air with freezing powder.
Chrysanthimum squinted through the breeze, her dirty tangled, unusually blonde hair fluttering lightly.
Her feet, wrapped in sheep skin, crunched along the path hidden by the ever-present ice.
She had been traveling for five days, and her food stores were low. The only remains of the once plentiful meals left in her small sack would last her a few days at most.
Cold, hungry and desperate for rest, Chrysanthimum pressed on. Scared to keep going, but terrified of stopping.
Miles behind her, hidden in the the tall evergreen trees, low growls escaped hungry throats, and one long, heart-stopping howl echoed through the forest. Making every living creature within freeze with pure terror.
Chrysanthimum kept going, the haunting silence that pursued the howl made the hairs on the back of her neck bristle.
She knew they were following her, and if she stopped, she would see their glowing golden eyes. Whispering among the frost-covered leaves, beckoning her to come closer...
Pulling her coat around her shoulders, Chrysanthimum thought about the creatures stalking her and her final destination as well. Teirus her mother had called the village. Looking back, she remembered her words clearly.
"You must find Teirus my child, and you must head through the forest."
"But mother, you always said to beware the forest."
"I know my dear, but it is the only way. Remember, keep moving, don't look back, stay on the path. remain silent and strong darling and all will be well. I love you."
"I love you too mother."
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Fantasykeep going, don't look back, stay on the path, and above all, remain silent. Chrysanthimum runs from unknown monsters through a mysterious forest to a village of secrets to escape danger. the real question is, what is hunting her?
