The dark moon rose, mist surrounded the ground.
Only god knew if Helena would ever make it out alive.
The hoof-beats where thumping at a rapid pass behind her, along with her heart.
"Please sir!" she yelled over her shoulder. "What do you want of me?"
The person on the horse only laughed.
Helena let her shawl fall into one of the muddy puddles that were strewn across the dirt road; it was too much worry trying to keep it above ground level.
There was a howling in the distance. Helena looked up at the dark midnight sky in relief.
"Bane." She whispered. "Here boy!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
A softer thumping approached her; the sounds maker, a massive white wolf.
"Bane." Helena said leaping on the back of the wolf's large back. "I knew you would come, I knew it." The wolf raced through the tangle of trees, cracking stiff logs, and brittle twigs as he went.
Helena rest her head on his shoulder blade, the movement of his shoulders as he ran entranced her into a deep sleep. Nothing woke her…not even the bits of wood and stone that would often knick her as he kicked them up from the ground.
Helena dreamed of her father…
"Sweet Helena…" he said to her.
"Papa!" Helena threw her arms about his neck.
"My darling daughter." He said hugging her tightly.
"I missed you so." She said snuggling her head in his warm over coat.
"I missed you too." The smell of icy snow, and burning wood from the fire, was forever implanted in her memories…as was her father, who always said how much she looked like her mother…but no one ever said how much she looked like her father.
After this dream she was thrown back into the cold night air, and into the real world, where confusion met an icy wind…
"is it true?" she whispered softly into the air.