I opened my eyes. It was cold and I could see the snowflakes that glued to my lashes. My body was nude. Roots wrapped over me. Where were my clothes?
No one was around. A cloud of cold air rushed out of my lungs. It was a damp place and I hated the rotten scent.
"This is awkward," I mumbled and coughed.
Gazing at my hand, I saw that white roots were connected to my vessels and a green light was rushing in them. Was I underground?
My spine asked and I couldn't move. I could feel that the root also plunged in my spine.
"Help!" I blurted.
My brain was blank and numb. I was tired and couldn't see the pixies. All I could remember was them, laying on the ground attempting to survive.
I wailed and called for more help but no one came in to help me in this misery.
Then everything went black.
Warm water hit my face. It shoved the daze away and shook my head. My hair had gone sticky and my whole body was itching.
