Literature
Frostbitten
Night was beginning to fall in the quiet, colonial town of Burgess. Most of the people were already inside, starting fires to keep out the fresh winter cold of late November. However, there were a few still out and about, for what seemed like a stroll through the woods, but they weren’t necessarily locals nor were they simply out to enjoy the scenery.
A woman’s voice quietly called out to her companions. “What should we do now, North?”
North turned around to face Toothiana and the other guardians with a sigh. They were trudging through the thick, densely snow-covered woods for some time now in search of the sleigh. T
