Stella's POV
I heard someone call my name and I thought for a second it was Royce but how he was here ? I waited for there another 2 mint's to see who's there but no one was there and it was just in my head.
I debated for a moment and wondered if I was walking into a trap. Eventually, I thought what the hell, and followed him into the dark.
It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. As I proceed to walk again As I rose to my feet I noticed that I was neither dripping nor panting for breath as anyone would expect
