“On the count of three..”
“One..”
The trees shifted, the wind was exactly the way she predicted it to be.
“Two..”
She looked to her right, to her brother, still wearing his mask. Soon, soon, they’ll be able to be FREE.
“Three!”
They both jumped, ran. The snow crunched under their boots, the air crisp and fierce, as if any increase of their speed would change the air into sharp knives.
But finally, finally, they’re almost there. Almost.
The other children would be looking for them now.. but she did not care. She needed to save her brother. Save Silver, her brain dictated and her body gladly followed.
And then a flash of white and she found herself laughing for the first time in five years.
Freedom.










