Prologue~*~the man in her dream~*~
Michelle shivered as the bitterly cold mountain winds bit at her exposed skin. She quickly pulled the fur clothing tighter to her body. The short brunette shifted closer to the man standing by her side and glanced up at him, her golden brown eyes darker than normal. So she was clearly pissed off about this mission. Carissa glanced back at them; hazel eyes aglow and her raven hair still neat and pretty.
"Come on shorty! We are almost there!" She called out still chipper; after all she loved the cold. Michelle on the other hand despised it and wanted to be warm! Next to a fire, under a blanket, or curled up next to someone so that she could stick her ice cold feet on any part of their bare skin! Not in this blasted weather! The girl stopped suddenly when that familiar burning sensation rose in her chest. "Fuck," she muttered and turned to the man by her side and they both knew. "Darkspawn!" she shouted warning the others as he drew her twin daggers.
