"You aren't going anywhere," Doma said with a smile, standing between the running slaves. They remained frozen in place.
"As much as I hate it, the snowstorm isn't calming anytime soon. You'll stay in my hut for now," Doma clapped her hands, and a bright light showed between the trees.
"Go in," She said, and the slaves did as she said out of fear.
Doma watched as they walked into her hut and turned back, "Now, one is missing," She sighed, "I guess she tripped down the cliff. Running barefoot in the snow gotta hurt," She flew away.
Right below a massive cliff, she found the little girl, seemingly unconscious among the snow, and her fingers turned blue from frostbite.
Doma stared down at the little girl, "Are you dead? Those who fall asleep in the harsh could usually die within seconds,"
The little girl growled, her mind barely holding its consciousness by a thread.
