... The mountain screamed.

Wind tore through Leah's cloak as she stumbled forward, step by step. The snow clung to her lashes, blinding her. With every sharp breath, she pushed forward.

Her clothing had done little to shield her from the cold. Nor did her hunger provide her any help. The cold had seeped into her skin, essentially numbing her hunger- her pain, but the weakness in her limbs told her otherwise.

She should have died already, like the others. Like her father.

She was all that remained of the throne.

The shock had long since faced, yet her fear- her unmistakable terror remained implanted into her mind. Run. The words repeated in her head like a mantra. But the winds screamed otherwise. A particularly large gust of wind forced her onto her knees. Her legs gave way, and she energy seeped from her body before she could process what had happened.

Leah wasn't sure wether it was her mind, or her ears. And yet, she could've sworn she'd heard... Footsteps.

... Much too massive to be from any man.