On a cold and chilly night where the world seemed to be covered in snow, a couple had taken shelter inside a majestic cave with a fire burning at the core of it.
The man tossed timber into the fire from time to time as he allowed it to burn.
*Crackle* *Crackle*
The crackling sound of the fire was as if a lullaby to them but their worries hardly allowed them to sleep.
That was only till he wrapped his arm around his girl. The couple felt more warmth from each other than from the fire burning in their vicinity. But they let it burn anyway.
For in the night without a moon, it was only the burning of the fire that aided in the vision.
"Klautz, will she really be here?" Verona asked.
She was expectant and troubled all at the same time. It was clear that she was out of her comfort zone, but since when was hell a place of comfort?
