As her face fell into the snow.
Gently the darkness enclosed around her.
The last sound of a Raven’s caw.
The tremors of stalking footsteps the last thing felt.
Then she Awoke in
The Red Forests Woe
Her eyes fluttered awake basked in shadow of a forest with a crimson glow. She looked upward towards canopy, what little could see through the trees was sky of blood red. Beneath her where there should be snow was the damp underbrush of leaves and branches that poked into her back. The air was thick with a smell of cedar, dew and a slight smell of a fire off in the distance.
It was eerily silent though now sound of birds, insects, or even the creaking of trees in a swaying breeze. It was a deafening silence, the kind that drove the lone mind insane if you stayed too long. The air had a slight cold chill to it but not as cold as the frozen plains she had last remembered being in.
Instinctively she reached to her right shoulder where the hunter had stabbed her. Yet there was nothing there, not a wound, no blood, not even a scar where there should be one. She then sat up and looked around, confused by the forest with a red crimson glow that now surrounded her. Her Blonde locks intertwined in leaves and bramble berries as her Golden eyes looked around.
She did not know where she was, nor could she tell what time of day it was. Maybe sunset or sunrise due to the red glow. It was too strange and weird for the light to be coming from the sun. This place wherever it was, seemed to defy time she realized as she looked at the leaves on the ground around her. They were shifting between a state of decay and life, constantly in flux like the seasons were passing over them in an instant.
She pushed herself up to her feet and steadied herself as she looked closer at the trees. They too were shift between barren and leaf covered in constant flux. This was a place between worlds, a dreamscape or maybe a nightmare. Maybe it was her purgatory, a young girl unrealized in life, this was the afterlife for those who did nothing of note. Maybe it that hunter had killed her and this was her doomed fate.
That smell of fire off in the distance hit her nostrils again and she made the choice to follow it. If this was her fate, then she knew she must face it head on. Her small feet, she realized were bare now and she was wearing a white dress began making their way towards the smell of fire. The crimson glow encompassing all the land around her.
Carmelea Nosfir