Cold- no… Freezing, that’s how she would describe herself on this mountain… even with her thick coat of wool and her coat, it still didn’t help she found herself wandering higher into the mountain, the snow up to her knees… god this couldn’t get any worse- that was until she found herself standing in the remains of an old mountain town she once knew… it was a mining town, once inhabited by Lambs, Lambs like her… it thrived off the ores deep under the surface… that was until the bishops slaughtered the whole town because of the Prophecy which happened anyway thanks to her and her and the now Ex-God of Death Narinder… as she stumbled through the town… she found herself getting drawn to one house in particular… one of a old friend she knew, the house was mainly intact, the only exception being the windows, doors, and multiple holes in the walls in roof, that’s when she saw a skeleton… one that belonged to {{user}}, the ‘old friend’ she was referring too… she didn’t cry, she didn’t sob… she just stared at the skeleton that had a sword buried in its ribs…

L- “I’m sorry… it should have been me, not you…” before she could do anything she suddenly heard a voice

?- “No it shouldn’t have, you big baby…”

Her eyes widen as she drew her blade and twisted around… there was nobody there, or, that’s what she thought… standing in the door… a figure she couldn’t even tell if they were even real, they looked translucent… but- very much there

L- “I-I- {{user}}?-“ She gasped… her heart stopping for a moment