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[swornofflove]

Lost in the Storm || Marianne and Dawn

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Snow beat down on the princess in incessant flurries, whipped in all directions by wind so frigid that no matter how tightly Marianne hugged her arms to her chest, the cold slashed straight through to her bones. She clenched her teeth in a futile effort to keep them from chattering. If she’d known that such a bad storm was coming, she never would have ventured so far from home. 

Her father had talked her ear off enough times for her to know how dangerous winter was for fairies. But she’d never experienced it firsthand—until now. 

The snow fell too hard for her to fly. Within minutes of her trying, her wings had been caked with flakes, weighing her down enough that she’d been forced to walk. She could feel the snow freezing on her wings as she trudged through the accumulation, sending prickling shudders through her whole body. Every moment saw the snow piling up higher and higher—one step it was up to Marianne’s ankles. The next step, her knees. By the time it reached her waist she was shivering so violently that she barely moved forward with each step, too impeded by the crystalline powder that blinded her vision. 

Even as she felt the unbearable cold sapping away her strength, the princess forced herself to keep going. At that point she could only hope that she was heading towards the castle—she’d long ago lost track of what direction she walked thanks to the constant battering from the screaming winds. Squinting only allowed her to see an inch in front of her face. 

But she knew she couldn’t stop. No matter how tough she claimed to be, there’d be no surviving such a storm if she couldn’t find shelter. 

Once she took another step, however, she knew something was wrong. Too sluggish to react in time, Marianne could only shout in surprise as her ankle caught on something hidden beneath the snow. Suddenly the world inverted, and she tumbled. 

For a split second everything was a blur. Desperately she tried to force her frozen wings to work, but it was no use. Wood splintered against her limbs as she fell until her back collided with the ground hard enough to force a strangled gasp from her chest. Pain exploded across her shoulders and down her spine, fizzing at the base of her skull. Her vision went white on impact; twisted shadows danced above her, taunting, mocking. She groaned, only to instantly regret it when her head throbbed. Blinking slowly, Marianne’s vision finally cleared enough for the swaying shadows to solidify and reveal where she’d landed: at the bottom of an outcropping of upturned tree roots. Beyond the gnarled boughs, nothing but pure white could be seen in the sky, and icy flakes continued to fall, steadily accumulating over where she lay. Cold and throbbing gripped her body in an unrelenting hold. Every attempt to move only brought on a wave of fresh agony. 

Time seemed to slow as she stared up at the flurry of snow. As the blinding white sky began to darken, Marianne was far too tired to be alarmed at the realization that the blackness creeping in on her vision was to blame. She was exhausted; the cold made her want to sleep forever. 

Only for a minute, she told herself, unable to keep her eyes open. Only for a minute, then she’d keep going. She had to get back...back to...someone...people who would be worried about her...

But first she would sleep...just for a little while...