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LITERATURE ENTRIESWalking in a winter wonderland The sound of feet crunching the snow could be heard clearly in the still night air. The moon was nearly full, and it made the ground seem to glow as it was reflected back. The figure walking alone in her dark green cloak would have been easy to spot if anyone was looking for her.
Elreth was on the prowl for a meal, but having fed the day previous, Aylsa had decided to take a walk rather then join him. She enjoyed being close to nature, and having the freedom to do as she chose, rather then waht her maker wanted all the time.
She had been walking for about half an hour when she stopped suddenly. Pushing her hood back, she blinked incredulously. There, not twenty feet from her, stood an evergreen, covered from top to bottom with small, shiny, multicolored balls. Wrapped around the tree was some sort of flimsy rope, in gold and silver.
Slowly, she approached the tree, and carefully reached out to one of the balls. Upon touching it, it moved and jingled, and the jumIce Cold Heart - Part 1“C’mon, Lykaios, hurry!”
The young man looked at his sister and rolled his eyes. “It’s not like they’re going to leave without us, you know.”
Luciana giggled and pulled on her brother’s arm. She couldn’t help it, she was excited. When she had first come to Gale City years earlier, she had seen airplanes up in the sky and had read about them in storybooks. They fascinated her and she had always wanted to ride in one, but never had the chance. That was about to change.
Lykaios stared through the window at the small jet sitting out on the air field and frowned. “I don’t know about that thing. It doesn’t look safe. I’d far rather travel on a dragon or griffin.”
A slender hand fell on the prince’s shoulder. “I’ve ridden on a griffin before. Trust me, this is much more comfortable.” Sara moved away from the man, dropping her duffel bag onto a nearby chair.
The small ebony-haired girl g
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