The exhilaration is too much, but it slowly fades as the root slowly becomes filled with patches of snow here and there. She finally stops when a snow filled field lies in front of her. Sprite flies just past her and suddenly stops and flies back. The both of them look at each other with curiosity. It makes sense so far, Niffleheim is supposed to be the land of frost and ice. Sweiza turns towards her back. She doesn’t see the Yggdrasil anywhere. Curious, she walks several paces back in the direction they came. She still can’t see the tree. Instead she only sees dark mountains in the distance; it is nighttime with more stars in the sky than she can ever remember. She turns back in the direction they were walking and freezes. There are dark cliffs off to her side—they are almost a dark purple—they are capped with snow. This is beginning to look weird. Looking in the direction they were approaching she can see lights far off in the distance. Maybe it is a village or town?

She freezes when she hears Sprite alert—it is an alert for danger. As she turns around she notes a giant tail moving in the distance. She lets out a cry as her gaze locks with the giant blue eyes of a gaping maw drooling in front of her. She freezes in fear at the massive black head of a wolf in front of her—she is dwarfed considerably by its size. It has to be at least several hundred feet in length. It looks down at her and she lets out a scream. She turns around and flees in terror. Rather, she tries to, but feels her body freeze and she falls over at a wolf’s howl behind her the likes she has never before heard. It tears open the heavens and the ground rumbles under her. Most of her body will not respond as she tries to right up. On her hands and knees she tries to crawl to the mountains in the distance. She sees Sprite fly past her. Another howl. He freezes and drops to the ground. She can hear the sound of massive footsteps behind her. She freezes when she hears panting. She turns around and sees the massive wolf again staring down at her.

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Her body locks up. She can’t die like this, not here. On instinct, she summons all of her might to let out a scream, but it is to no avail. The wolf lumbers up slowly—its maw gaping open the entire time. Its height raises without end as it stares down at her. With her spirit finally broken, she feels powerlessness and helplessness—the likes she has never felt before—wash over her body as her senses dull. She feels overwhelmed. Is she going to be eaten alive? Her eyes widen in terror as the wolf lowers its head at her. It is closer now. It’s eyes study her. It is the first to speak…

“And who might you be…?”

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…ongoing to be continued…

…ongoing to be continued…

…ongoing to be continued…