Fairspell Meadow Free the ghost that haunts you.

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She did not stir until the cold seeped into her own side, her mother departing from their resting spot. A few feverish kicks from her lanky limbs revealed she was alone. It stirred her into consciousness. Groggy and sleepily blind, she stumbled into the world. Something was off that morning. Perhaps it was how cool the temperatures had dropped, or how she had raised to an empty den, maybe it was the deathly silence in the air.

It did not last long. A slow heartbeat or two. Then a sound of something awfully familiar ripped through the silence. A sound she could place to a scene she'd wish she could forget.

You've been through this before.
Haven't you?

She was so close to the source this time around, she could not pretend she had not heard it. There were no trees to hide in the roots of and no caves to disappear into. With a glassy gaze she looked for the path before she drifted after her mother. The scene was familiar although certain important details had been switched about. Crimson on the ground but it was no blood. Fur that met the pale of her mother. It was clear who was upon the earth this time. Kissed by frost but she knew. Yet if she tried hard enough she could imagine that perhaps it was her upon the earth.

No bargaining.

But her lungs still pushed that cold autumn air in and out. She could still hear the mournful sounds of her mother. Even as ghastly as she felt, she was still here. Her eyes would water but she could not digest it fully yet. No sound was made as she moved to lay wherever she could reach a part of him, hidden beneath their mother's lively form.