Sasha and Jenny walked back in silence laden with a heavy feeling.
Every corridor, room and tree held a memory for both of them. There is something bittersweet about walking as an world weary adult through the streets you only knew as an innocent child.
The towering presences that protected them were all six feet under. The arrow towers which they felt were towering over them are now nothing but cozy fit.
They walked to their own rooms through this feeling of familiar and strange, bid good night to each other before going to their respective rooms.
The next morning it dawned gloomy. There was a snow storm in the night. The entire castle is covered with snow, as if it's covering up the traces of the blood that flowed all over the field yesterday.
Yet, the familiar chill soothed Sasha's boiling nerves.
Cold is familiar.
Sasha wiped the foggy window, to make sure she is indeed back in Strongfort.
