Chapter 13

The afternoon air is crisp and cold, dancing along a little girl's bare shoulders as she rolls down the windows. She shivers slightly as the air turns into a rushing wind, slapping her cheeks. Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort.

"Now, now, sweet child, calm yourself," the goddess said, the words melting like butter between her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green as a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Her daughter had the same features, sharing almost no resemblance to her father. However, the daughter is blessed with her father's warm, enchanting laugh and quiet personality.

The daughter sniffs in the woman's embrace, relishing the warmth the lady gives. Now she cries not because of the fierce wind, but because of the foreboding laced in the air, the foreboding only she can feel. It brings with it a great chill, its deadly claws digging into the girl