Family
Cold as snow, that was the wind around her. The ruin was upon her and it felt like death had woven it's slim fingers around her neck. It was hard to breath such a musty air. Pale brown hair cut at the shoulders moved tangled and knotted. She was alone. Alone and afraid of what the Ruin would do to her. Soon, she would be able to give up but not yet. She just couldn't give up yet. The young girl wasn't afraid of death. It was as common as the rain. She had to see them again her family.