Amber light crested the edges of the long night, carrying with it a somber cold through the leaves of the old woods canopy.
The night felt like an illusion.
But the Dawn Birds growing quiet, kept that kindness from being believable.
They had gone unmolested until daybreak.
The damned had somehow failed to catch up. Yet the forest still had a half day left to traverse.
Carmilla quietly peered around the carriage.
There were fewer people, than she believed would be here now.
Her sisters were all dead.
Their families, loved ones, slaughtered and left to become feed for that thing stalking the woods.
Christina curled up in the corner, asleep, a blanket over her.
The girl had crawled between Eida and Argo, snuggling in with him, forcing her out.
Eida, slept beside her, but she could tell by her breathing that she was not fully asleep nor awake.
