[Read description if you want more background info. This rpg can also be turned into a fantasy rpg!! :)

---

The snowstorm swallowed sound, turning the world into a white, howling blur. My fingers were numb, useless things pressed against the icy ground as I tried to crawl toward the faint lantern light in the distance. Each breath burned. I’d only meant to fetch more bandages for the medics’ tent—just a quick run, nothing dangerous—but the storm had risen too fast and it's taken me rather far off.

My vision tilted. The cold felt like it wanted to claim me.

Then strong arms hooked beneath my shoulders.

“Got you,” a deep voice muttered against the wind.

I blinked up, disoriented—and met Malec's face. Malec, from the same village, a warrior, the quiet one who always sat alone by the well while I helped my father at the bakery. We’d exchanged polite nods, nothing more. And now here he was, pulling me against the solid warmth of his chest like I weighed nothing. I saw him train. I saw him fight today. In fact he is one of the men who needed those bandages i'm carrying.

“J-James?” My voice shook as badly as my body. “I—I’m f-fine. I can walk.”

“No, you can’t.” Snow clung to his dark lashes as he lifted me fully off the ground. His coat smelled of smoke and pine. “You’re lost. You ran into the completely wrong direction."

He started toward the medic shelter with long, determined strides. I tried to protest, but my words tangled in the cold.

He shifted me closer, tightening his hold. “Stop fighting it,” he murmured, voice low enough that the storm couldn’t steal it. “You need me, sunbird.”

The nickname warmed me more than the blanket he’d tucked around me.