We make a little home in one of the rooms that survived, and I look at some of the ancient tablets with writing on them. I quickly look for anything that could relate to where the Sword of Snow could be. And I remember something from about a week before the massacre began.

"I just remembered something!" I say.

"What?" Isaac asks.

"About a week before the massacre began, the royal messengers had told us that the sword had almost been found, that it was in a cave near the center of our domain," I say, "we're not too far from that."

"Good work Winter!" Nigel says, "we'll search around this area in the morning, for now we should get some rest, it's getting late."

We all agree and I find a corner, curling up and falling asleep.

I dream if the moment that we first got to the high elves, and I'm awkwardly walking through the crowd. The scene is the exact same, but I'm not focused on the awkwardness this time, for some reason I can only focus on the crowd. Everyone has the same expression: surprised, then happy, as if receiving an unexpected gift. Everyone, except for one elf. This one is surprised, but then sad, as if she had just been told a joke after a loved one died, happy only for a moment. The scene seems to slow down, and I see her features: brown hair, short like mine but just a slight bit longer, dark green eyes, that as the scene begins to slow even more I realize I've looked into those eyes before. The scene slows until it stops, and I continue to stare in shock at this elf. Everything else fades to white, except for the two of us, who become younger, so that we are both twelve years old, talking across a magical line separating my country from hers.

"Feliena!" I say, jolting awake. I look around the room, seeing Isaac with a bow heading out. He looks at me in surprise.

"Morning snowflake," he says, giving me a nickname, "you okay?"

"Yeah..." I say.

"I was just about to go hunt some breakfast, now that you're awake would you like to come with me?"

"Sure, I guess I know a thing or two about hunting here," I say, and Isaac hands me a bow and a quiver, which I sling onto my back. We walk out the room together, the sky still dark, and begin to hunt. I point to a certain spot.

"That is the best place to hunt, especially small animals," I whisper, trudging through the snow over to that spot. I spot a turkey, and look back at Isaac, putting a finger to my lips. I knock an arrow on to the string and pull it back, aiming at the turkey. I release the string and it hits the turkey in the neck. The turkey begins to run, like all hunted animals do, and I chase after it. Isaac and I run until we catch up yo the turkey, and Isaac lunges on it, keeping it from moving.

"I don't think you killed it Winter,"Isaac says, I laugh a little.

"Wow, you high elves really don't know anything about hunting," I say, "the animal will continue to run after it's killed because it's energy needs to run out, it only seems to be alive because it has extra potential energy from just standing there. That's why if you shoot an animal that's running, it's easier to catch, because it has run out of energy."

"Oh..." Isaac says, looking shocked. He picks up the turkey from the top near its head by its feathers, its legs still trying to run, and starts to head back toward our shelter.

"Isaac!" I say, and he turns around to face me, " I have a spot just for building fires," I finish, and lead him to the spot where I first met Isaac and Nigel, the place they had been inspecting the ashes from the dinner I had made the night before.

"Ah! I should have known that," Isaac says.

"You stay here I'm going to go collect firewood," I say.

"You sure you don't want help?" Isaac asks.

(A/N use the picture as a guide for visualising the story when it comes to the firewood.)

"I got this," I reply, heading into the woods. I look around to find fuelwood for the base, finding many. I collect them and head back to the fire spot, setting them down. I walk back into the woods to find some tinder. I come to a pine tree and start pulling the bark off, tearing it into shreds. I carry it back as well, setting it next to the fuelwood. I head back to the woods, for the last time, this time gathering kindling, I find a handful of long, thin twigs, and move deeper into the woods to collect another handful. I begin to pick up the last one, and see a flash of black in the corner of my eye.

"Hello?" I say, the black blur passes me again, "Isaac? Is that you?" It passes yet again, "Isaac, this isn't funny, come out," I say, my voice shaking. The blur continues to move in this area, and I pick up the twig, running toward the edge of the wood, but when I get close enough to the fire spot, Isaac is sitting casually on the ground, creating a fire frame, making me question.

If Isaac wasn't the blur, than who was?