This is only a short part, if people like it then I'll keep going an expand the amount of text as the parts go on.The last leaves of the late fall whistled and danced through the cold, howling breeze that called Aeri towards it, beckoning her mind to agree with its words. Her mind though was focused on the mission she desperately needed to complete for a at least decent piece of armour, all she really had for defence was a few shabby rags, a bow and a quiver of cheap arrows. She could turn back now, head to Silvermoon once more with nothing, but she stood firmly on ground she knew she could walk, snow in her shoes and blood in her once beautiful hair - it was cold, and that pushed her further.
As she passed the trees, the branches seemed like long arms, reaching out to hug this desperate spirit that was frozen to the bone. Aeri's teeth chattered, continuing her silent trudge through the crispy snow that slept beneath her bare feet. It felt like sand to her, only much more cold than that of a hot summers day. Westfall was never like this, but she wouldn't know - this was her first time here, and she felt like she was in Winterspring all over again. Winds now cried to her, not to go on, yet the howls and shrieks of the strong breeze were not in a language she could understand, thus ignored by this young and inexperienced huntress.
The pumpkin farm passed her, or she passed it. It stood firmly in the deep snow that would reach Aeri's thighs if it wasn't for her being on the main path. Chills crept over her, she now tasted the bitter blood from her deathly frosted lips on her tongue. Her nose bled, hair already covered in blood even if not severely. This youngling had gone through a lot to get here, she was being trained by her sister that didn't catch up when they dashed through the forests of Elwynn. A scarecrow slept buried in the harsh ice, she rushed up to it with much of a strange look on her face.
Aeri could not see what was beneath the ice, she did think of it as a scarecrow. Yet when she looked closer...a person came into sight. She saw two eyes open, a red glow erupting from them - then her sight faded from her. Two hands gripped Aeri by the throat soon after, those hands quite warm yet they seemed wet - perhaps with her own blood. Death overwhelmed her, but she wasn't dead, it was just a feeling, and she had not yet released her spirit.
