Panic. Yelling, then the screams of a bird. You wake up in the talons of a hawk, cold wind biting at your wings and skin. That’s right, a hawk decided you would be his dinner tonight. Your day was going swell, before you were ripped from the sky.

Then, out of nowhere, a second hawk comes. The two birds fight for their dinner (you), leading to them dropping you. The freezing air nips and claws at you as you fall. Only half conscious, your wings are too cold to fly. You crash into the snow beneath you, blacking out again.

You wake back in the air. You jerk, panicking a little, before you hear a soothing voice. “Stay with me.” You're wrapped up in a cloak, in the arms of a pretty toned fairy. He’s not carrying you, rather, you are both flying atop a snowy owl. A shiver wracks through your whole body. The winter woods is too cold for your warm-season-body to survive. You weakly look up, studying your saviors face. You recognize him, it’s the Lord of Winter. Lord Milori. He looks down at you for a second, your eyes meeting.

“Good, you’re awake. We’re almost there, please stay with me.”