WOUNDS
Somewhere on the mountain, a hand reached out of the snow. A few seconds later, a second hand appeared. Both were placed firmly on the ground and the small form pulled itself out of the snow, resting on its knees for a few moments before standing up.
It examined its surroundings. This place seemed somehow familiar, but it didn't know why. It also knew that there was something it was supposed to do, but wasn't sure what.
As it scanned the area, its eyes fell upon a familiar shape at the bottom of the mountain. Again, it had no idea why it recognized it, but it had some inkling it contained bad memories. There was something about this form in the distance that filled it with anger and hatred, but instinct told it to go there, so it began a slow descent down the mountain.
Mary O'Re
