T.K sighed as he continued to walk through the solid snow, everything below his knees numb with the cold.
For what felt the thousandth time, he tripped and fell, only to push himself back up again.
He looked straight infront of him to see a large castle staring back at him from the horizon.
'That's confirmed it,' T.K thought, "I am definitely not in the Digital World anymore.'
He ran in the direction of the distant castle. Unfortunately, his legs refused to budge, as though something was telling him not to go any farther. But, curious as he was, he ignored it and pushed himself forward, his feet grudgingly moving.
He heard snow crunching behind him, and felt a blow to the back of his head. His eyes closed and he fell to the floor, but he heard everything that went on.
"Hannas erma." One voice said.
"Et! Erma nan kein Hanien." Another voice argued, "Vay tun enyen." He heard a stifled gasp and the sound of a swords stabbing something he could only assume to be one of the guards.
"Du…" The first voice whispered. Another sword sound. He heard the sword being put away and heard footsteps in the snow around him. He opened his eyes as he felt the person kneel down next him. He saw crystal blue orbs looking at him from a pale face with white hair. It was a young girl.
"Sh…" she whispered, "Shh…" And everything went black.
H-4-T: A pretty short chapter, but I wanted to get something with T.K with his own chapter, as I've never done that before.