As the elf sat in her usual spot on the glacier to watch the northern lights, an anon in a suit fell right past her and disappeared before it ever hit the ground.
As she gazed up at the aurora, lost in her own thoughts, she was startled by what appeared to be someone falling from the glacier. In the split second that it passed her by, her hair stood on end and she got a heavy, sick feeling in the pit of her stomach; there was a severe wrongness about that particular anon. It was a sensation like seeing something moving in the shadows as you’re about to fall asleep, or like looking into murky waters and knowing there’s something dreadful beneath the surface.
She sat there, frozen as she waited to hear a thud as the thing hit the ground, but one never came. It took her several minutes to gather her courage and peer over the edge of the alcove.
But there was nothing there. A chill ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the arctic wind.
Without wasting another second, Jubilee vanished in a flurry of blue sparks; she had to get home now, and there was no way she was walking back to the village alone when she didn’t know where the thing had gone. She materialized seconds later in the warmth and comfort of her bedroom, but she still couldn’t shake that feeling. She drew her curtains closed, locked her bedroom door, and curled up under her covers like a fledgling until her family called her for dinner.
