Chapter 7

Cold. That's the first thing she felt.

Her long lashed, pale eyelids snap open, revealing ice blue eyes to the world.

Still. Everything is still, save for the flickering shadows created by a faulty lamppost, illuminating her in a patch of gold and then black again, and the snow that's started drifting slowly to the ground.

She sits herself up, she hurts. She hurts and she's cold.

That's all she knows, until a trickle of hope leaks into her warming her from the inside and making her squint against the changing light to take in her surroundings. There is something going on, she can feel it. There's a celebration somewhere, she can feel the happiness, and oddly enough acceptance and… pride?

She's smiling, she's smiling and she doesn't know why, she feels belonging radiating from something and pulling her towards it like gravity towards the earth. She pulls herself up, hands grating against the long strip of black tarmac, spying a light on a hill somewhere above her.

She stands on shaky legs, taking a moment to collect herself and actually think about what she's doing.

Come to think of it. What is she doing?

"What's going on?" she whispers into the flickering gold air, her breath coming out in soft puffs in front of her. She takes a tentative step out of her golden circle, and the world around her comes into real view. She's standing in a neighbourhood, in the middle of a road, surrounded by obvious signs of- well… something. There is black sand and chips in the road, something happened here, and she's been sat in the middle of it.

Why cant she remember ANYTHING?!

She's angry, she's angry and confused and there is nothing going on, no-one is around to tell her, where is she? What happened here? Where is that feeling of belonging and hope? Who is she? Where did she come from? A lonely tear escapes her eye and rolls down her pale cheek as she looks up into the darkness and into the soft glow of the full moon overhead.

"Why is there only fear?" she asks the moon, and then shakes her head and wipes away the tear with the back of her hand, laughing quietly to herself. "Talking to a rock, well I'm obviously crazy" she looks away from the glowing blue orb above her and over to the house on the hill. The one the lights are coming from. A cold wind blows past her, flurrying her ink black hair into her face, she pushes it away with an inpatient hand and doesn't take her eyes off the light on the hill, she begins her journey towards it.

Meanwhile, in Lapland, in the middle of a snowy landscape, where the wind is blowing snow down in angry lashes, a huge black and ice structure stands, looming above the snow, unaffected by its obvious contrast to the landscape around it. Limbs of black ice strike out of it, frozen into shape and twisted into a strong torso of defence and attack, black and ice, as these were the elements that had created it.

There were footsteps, indents in the snow around it, but they have long since been covered, wiped away, the memories they held gone. And in its place drifts of snow wave up and dip, cowering out of the shadow of the structure.

It stands, a statue declaring the war to come, solitary and still.

But then it cracks, as a dark blue, long lashed eye opens within it.

Okay, so this is just a beginning of a little idea I have, I will be up loading more as soon as I've written them but if you want to help the process along you can review, any feedback is good feedback and can help me to improve! I wrote this out to try and cure a case of writers block, so admittedly its not in good shape. Thanks for reading! Xx

-Alex