She wasn't supposed to be there yet here she was. Roaming in the snow covered woods trying to find a way out. The feathers of her wings matching the color of snow, blood dripping down from her shoulder blade leaving a crimson trail behind. Her breaths shallow and bones freezing.

"Stop where you are." The voice was colder than the weather. Authoritative. Powerful. She turned with her arrow stretched in her bow and saw him. White hair, arctic blue eyes, and a crown of ice. The high lord, Kallias.