Snippet #1573772

Despite the cold chill of the mountain wind, Zara did not shiver. Her bare skin was exposed to the dry breeze, Zara remained unphased. In act, it was refreshing against her burning Skin. Aside from her pale flesh, her body temperature would send any medic into a frantic. Her blood seemed to boil, the light flurry of snowflakes turned to steam when it got within range of her molten body. Her feel turned the frozen ground to puddles. The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains. The world around her glowed orange, almost on fire, just like her. Her eyes, reflected her core. A deep orange and crimson swirl, churning, almost demonic like against her china like skin. Her face still held it's youth, clear, but concentrated. Her eyes almost looked haunted. As if her mind was always churning and turning, like the colors in her eyes. Swirling and tossing over the past.

She trudged on, travelling light as she always did. The only weight on her shoulders was the task ahead, the only baggage she carried was her secrets. The wet snow made travel difficult. She had been travelling all day. Her feet complained louder than she would have liked. Her will wanted to continue on, her mortal body however, fought her as her internal alarm forced her to slow her pace. She saw a nice flat spot up the trail a ways. She made it right as her legs were threatening to collapse. A small over-hanging made a good shelter from the falling snow. She removed her boots an d rubbed her aching feet a while as she watched the sun continue to set. Wadding her cloak into a pillow, she laid back and watched as the stars started to come out one by one. Her stomach growled in protest, she patted it as if to comfort it. She was only a day from civilization and food. She tired to ignore her body's multiple complaints and drift off to sleep. It wasn't long till drowsiness took over and her breathing evened out into a deep sleep.

Fire burned everything. Screams filled the air with terror. It came from everywhere, making it impossible to tell where the screams were coming from. She cried as the warm pain overtook her, consumed everything she had loved, everything that had ever held any importance to her. Red filled her vision, so much red. It continued to grow till there was nothing but black.

Screaming awoke Zara. In her drowsy state, she didn't realize that the screams were erupting from her own mouth. She clutched her hip as the pain subsided. It was morning now, although the sun was not quite up. She could tell by the birds cheerful chirping. She would never be able to fall back asleep now. So disregarding her body's various groans, she re-donned her boots and cloak, then continued up the mountain.

The trip down the other side was somewhat easier now that she did not have to fight against gravity as well. Everything continued uneventful as she traversed down the hill side. The town of Sadar was now within sight.