Gwendolyn was exhausted, her legs heavy with fatigue as she trudged through the snow. The sky was dark, the wind howling around her. She stumbled, catching herself just before falling, her body shivering from the cold.
She didn't know how long she'd been walking. She didn't know where she was going. All she knew was that she had to keep moving, had to find the portal.
The air was thin, and the cold seeped into her bones, but she pushed onward. She had to keep going. She had to reach the castle and warn them.
She had no idea how much time had passed, or if the sun would rise again. The sky was shrouded in a thick layer of clouds, the moon barely visible.
"It has to be here somewhere," she muttered to herself. "It has to be."
The snow fell heavier, and the wind picked up, sending a chill through her. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm, but it was no use. She was too cold, too tired, too lost.
