It's winter.
For the fourteenth time, her vision clouds.
Snowflakes... Drifting down like flurries of albino butterflies.
One rests on the tip of her nose.
Her nose feels cold, and wet. Everywhere feels cold.
Somewhere near her, the keening wail of a great metallic Pegasus.
She can feel it's sorrow in the recesses of her heart.
She tries to move her hand, but it feels like a lead weight bandaged on to her shoulder.
When she tries to move her leg a thousand knives dig into her hip.
She screams. She would cry, if tears would stop freezing in her eyes.
The world is blurry, but in the rare moments that it comes to focus, it is vibrant.
It has been like that for her, even since before.
a few strands of her red tinted hair blow into vision, tickling her nose before saying goodbye.
with a sigh she lets her head fall back onto hardened snow, and stares up at the ultra white sky.
She smiles.
Then her vision blurs one final time.
And our story begins.