So, here's my new story. I hope you will like it! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own The 39 Clues.
Prologue
As the chilly wind entered the cave, her winter coat started to feel thinner, reflecting less and less warmth back to her system.
The girl was lying in fetal position, shivering with cold, rubbing her hands together to keep a little body heat. Her skin was pale from the freezing temperature, her lips became bluer and bluer.
The first signs of Hypothermia. She knew that really well.
The next symptoms to come would be faster heartbeat and memory loss, she remembered. Just another theoretical fact from her training that was proven to be totally unuseful on field.
Hopelessness.
That was all she felt. She was left alone there, left to die. Unable to move from the weakness that came over her muscles, there was nothing she could do, but to stare at the direction the man left.
She could still hear the barking of the dogs pulling his sledge, however she was sure that only her imagination was playing a cruel game with her mind. Or the cold.
She sighed. Her breath was visible, coming out of her mouth as if it was her life. There was no way he would return for her. He'd made that one thing clear.
The girl closed her eyes, trying to stop a teardrop that was about to run down her cheeks. In that weather, it could have immediately frozen on her skin. What's more, she didn't want to die that way.
Her father told her to stay strong in any conditions and she swore it.
Her father... Her parents...
The thought sent old memories back to her vision.
Her always confident dad. He tried to look as strict as he could, but when it was about her, he always got soft and caring. She still remembered the proudness in his eyes when she passed the final agent exam a year before - at the age of 21 - on the first place, outstripping all the others, including that said-to-be talented new spy, brought there from Oxford.
Her mother smiling at her. How alone she would feel without her! After all she'd gone through before...
Once, when the girl was young, her mommy noticed her stealing chocolate from her father's desk, but instead of scolding her, she took the attention of her husband to save her daughter from getting caught, then caressed her cheeks and gave a kiss to her forehead, saying that she had been about the same at her age.
She gasped. She had everything she wanted, but thanks to her thoughtlessness and stubbornness, she'd lost it all.
Except for one thing, that kept the shine in her eyes. She slowly digged into her pocket with her numb, icy fingers and pulled out the tiny piece of material.
The man could have made her a fool with his charm, his hot kisses and fake smiles, but his cunning mind had forgotten the real purpose of their mission.
She wished to see his expression and his two troubled steal-blue eyes when he realised that she'd stolen the clue when he wasn't looking.
The old smirk appeared on her face. At least, she'd done something useful for her branch.
-.-.-
Swoosh... Swoosh...
As the snowstorm outside grew more intense, tiredness spread through her venes. Her eyelids started to close. But before she could have fallen asleep to a neverending dream, the object in her hands fell out from its wrapping and sparkled in the daylight.
Amber. One of the 39 clues, buried into the dust of time.
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