"The villain always protects his bride in every story right?" By now they were alone and there was no sign of the crow, Ray.
Allowing her enough time to process the situation—the fact that they were not long ago standing in her room but now were here, in this unknown place.
Her eyes moved surreptitiously along the vast terrain, making out the load of white fog farther away from them.
The area looked barren and empty. Instantly, she was certain this was not a village they were visiting. There weren't even any houses in sight, not even the sound of crickets. Then again where was this? She wondered to herself.
The eerie silence around the place reeked of misfortune, and it made her question the story behind the land. She sighed, watching the fog that escaped her lips.
Grabbing the furry lapels of her coat, she pulled them together as an effort to shield herself from the harsh weather.
