Cold. Undying cold. That's all she was aware of at the moment. Her eyes were frozen shut, or more accurately, her eyelashes were frozen together so she couldn't open her eyes without hurting her eyelids.
The snow had piled up around her so no one noticed she was even there. It was warmer than the wind, but no where near warm enough to keep the little female creature safe for much longer. She'd been there for an entire night, curled up in the snow drift left by the plow trucks.
Suddenly, she began to sense warmth to her side. After a moment that it didn't move, she reached out her long, slender, purple tinted hand. It came in contact with some rough material. It was rough, but the pile was warm. Much warmer than the snow, anyway.
She did what any creature in her position would do. She lifted her elfin body and climbed into the pile. Instinct would deny her to do anything else, and survival demanded it of her. As of that moment, rational thought that someone might see her wasn't an issue. Not even close.
But now, a good few hours later, she found herself very frightened. Someone had lifted the pack she'd hidden in and shoved it into a dark room. A small, dark room that seemed to have mechanical somethings working and growling around the outside of it and creatures talking and laughing above it. Her first thought was she'd been captured. Then she listened more closely. The creatures were teenaged, she realized. They didn't seem to be gloating over her capture. They didn't seem to even realize she was there.
Her heart hammered as the room lurched. Apparently, they'd been moving and she hadn't noticed. She heard the room above her become quite as someone, an older male from the sounds of it, began speaking of unloading. Panicked that she'd be discovered, she dived back into the pack she'd been hiding in as the room was filled with light and cold from outside.
Jake looked like someone had flattened his heart with a bulldozer. To find out something so… there were no words for the disappointment the American Dragon was feeling. Trixie and Spud were trying desperately to cheer him up. For him to be down more than a few minutes was unusual. The entire bus ride home had been downright scary. He'd pretended to be happy when people looked at him, but when he thought no one was looking, he curled up and revealed the hurt inside.
He picked up his pack from the new pile on the sidewalk that matched the one that had been at the ski resort. His heart was so heavy, it seemed his pack was a bit heavier than it had been before…
The little creature cowered down in her new cloth prison, too frightened to move. She had to admit, though, this person had a nice aura to them. It was strangely familiar though…
END CHAPTER ONE: SURVIVAL OF THE LITTLEST
If you liked it, review. If not, I won't continue. LOL I only saw this show recently, so please be lenient with me? I'm doing research so I'm not too far off of what's happening, but I'll probably get a lot wrong. Help is much appreciated! Thanks for your understanding. Forgive this one that can't afford cable.