Altea

It was cold that day. Her hair whipped her face because of the strong wind, the brightness of the snow was causing some problems with her eyes, as if that were not enough, the frost was penetrating her to the bone. Struggling through the snowy landscape, Altea had lost hope of finding a way of salvation. At each step, she felt sinking into the soft white carpet that covered the road, and she was forced to rely only on her willpower to keep going. A gust of wind, stronger than previous, pushed her forward, causing her to lose balance and fall with her face in the snow. While she was trying to get up, two strong hands came to her rescue, helping her to rise.

- You all right? - asked a male voice.

Altea looked up and she saw the one who had helped her. He was a young man with thick curly black hair, a young man, who couldn't have more than twenty years, with a large wolf-haired white. The girl noticed she was staring insistently the wolf when the boy's tousled hair and spoke.

- Its name's Ghost - he said - It 's a Direwolf, but it won't hurt you. Unless I order him, of course - he added.
Even she was trying to seem more quiet, Altea's body stiffened, showing her terror. The boy smiled, and stroked the animal again.

- Anyway, I'm Jon. Who are you? -

- A-Altea... - stammered the girl, coming to shake the hand that the boy was holding.
Upon contact, Altea shivered.

- Are you cold? - asked, as if he knew the girl nodded slightly, and he offered his fur. Altea accepted it and thanked him, and then cover her shoulders. Soon, she felt the heat take place in his body.

- Where are you from? - asked the boy.

Altea looked down and stared at the dull tool of those who once were his shoes. She wrung her hands nervously.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the Jon pressed her with other questions.

- From the South? And what are you doing here? This is not a place for women, you know -

Altea shook his head.

- I-I ... I don't know ... - she admitted.

- Don't you know why you're here? - asked Jon, incredulously, making the girl blush.

- No, I don't know why I'm here. And don't even know where I come from, or who my parents if we want to be honest -

Jon looked at her, convinced she was making fun of him.

- How could you not know? - asked, skeptical.

- I don't remember - explained Altea.
- Oh ... -

Jon was silent for a few minutes, not knowing what to say, then he spoke.

- I'm sorry ... - murmured in a low voice - I think you should come to the Black Castle, maybe someone can help you remember - he suggested.

- Yes, maybe I should ... - agreed the girl.

*I'm sorry for possible errors. Please, tell me if there are some.

TheGirlWithBlueHair