in messy streaks of her dress made her small body laying there look like a fresh kill. Her eyes glassy gazed at the horizon from the deceptive grasp of the snow she collapsed into, the blur of its majestic beauty terrifies her as she imagines this will be her last memory in this world. As the world around her started to fade the hallucinations of horses and a strange voice speaking in tongues fills her head. The last sound she hears is the crisp crunch of snow giving way to footsteps near her as her world faded to black.
After a long journey to see her sister had left her broken inside, her state could only be described as a cold hollow breeze in her heart as she turned her horse to return home over the mountains. The thought of her sisters death and past memories bombarding her mind as she cut through the white dreams-cape of the lands. Her thoughts would turn to be her biggest weakness as lurking nearby was a small group of O’Driscoll looking to ambush a wagon for supplies. With her horse walking into the lion's den while following the path this would lead to an easy target who was visually distracted and unaware of what danger lurked.
"It’s in our most desperate moments
we find ourselves expressing our greatest strengths."
The air contained a thousand smells of flowers, tall wild