Chapter One A Pixie In The Snow
The world was blinding white. Burning, yet cold. Unbearably bright to the naked eye with the exception of the odd husk that s**ttered the washed out landscape.Husks of long dead trees, protruding from the ground, just above the snow. They themselves almost enveloped in the Sun’s glare.I adjusted the sun glasses perched on my face, squinting still, despite their protection.I shuffled my weight softly so as not to make a sound.A clearing stood before me, where the warped shapes of dead bark...