Her eyes opened and took a moment to adjust. It always took a moment when you looked upon a world for the first time. She stood and looked about. She was surrounded by tall gray peaks. there was snow in drifts here and there but the wind, cold and sharp had cleared the rock around her and all the way to the forest a few hundred yards bellow. Without knowing why she started to move towards the trees. She knew that she was being chased and she did not know from where her perusers would come. But the forest was safe. The forest was covered. In the forest she could hide. And there was something else in the forest. Something that would protect her.
Slowly she picked her way across the rocks, her soft bare feet being cut by the sharp, young stone. The last of the winter wind lashed out at her naked skin and the deep cuts that crossed her back and limbs. She descended quickly into the trees, the wind died, and the snow grew deeper. The little ice crystals added their own cuts to her skin and slowly robed it of its heat.
She kept on through the snow not stopping for anything. It was as if something pulled her to where she was going. Where she knew that she would find protection. Or was it something pushing her? She kept moving because she had to.
