It had begun to snow. It had begun to snow in the middle of summer. Of course, this wasn't normal, a side effect, a curse bested on Alton. He had managed to break free from his chains and defeat the Moss and save everyone. This would come at a cost, however. Amid the battle, only he and Scarlett had survived. The lost children had fallen to the garden, Alton was now carrying Scarlett on his back wandering through the forest aimlessly hoping to find the way back. This would be now near impossible thanks to the night sky blinding his view and blended with the exhaustion and injuries he faced he knew finding the village before dawn would be pointless. Nonetheless, he kept walking never giving up hope.
"We should stop," Scarlett whispered, leaning in on Alton's shoulder breathing heavily. "You need to rest."
"And you need help. We can't stop now."
"Don't be stupid. I'm fine. I can keep going!" She waited. "Alton."
