There was something eerie about the forest they had entered. Neriah could not put her finger on it, but she could feel a certain kind of coldness entering every part of her system. Maybe it was just the night air. Maybe it was just cold. But was that really all? At some point she could swear the cold she was feeling was as though it was coming from the touch of a person. A person with very cold hands.
Again, maybe she was just being paranoid. She could barely see anything because of how she was placed upon the horse, she could only trust in her hearing. And she heard nothing.
Not even the sounds of crickets, nor the cooing of night birds, nor the howling of nocturnal beasts. Not a sound. It was just silence, cold, stiff silence. Even the wind seemed to have stopped blowing at some point. All that remained was that cold in her bones.
