The mountain was silent except for the sound of Anthea’s boots crunching through the snow. The wind was strong enough to drag her backwards but she didn’t stop, she couldn’t. The cold didn't bother her, what was inside her was stronger than any storm.

As she kept going her feet felt heavier but she kept moving, following a narrow path that was through black rocks and dead trees. This was the forbidden path her mother once told her never to take the one that led to her aunt’s home, ...