There was an odd sense of rolling, no, she was being moved. In her state of extreme fatigue, she really didn't care. A gentle squeeze and a whisper caressed her weary mind. It was over, and now she could rest. Those kind words seemed to echo over and over while she slipped away into a state of dreaming. It was always strange how even though a person could be exhausted in every sense of the word, yet the mind was always stirring with dreams when sleep came.

 There was a soft chatter of women and men. They were all enjoying the first day of the spring season. Spring in the northern country wasn't very warm but the sun was at least attempting to melt the thick ice and snow. Children, who had spent too much time holed up within their homes, were running in almost every direction. "I know you're excited little ones, but don't venture into the woods. We aren't the only ones enjoying the better weather." warned an old woman. The children simply ignored her and continued with their games. One of the children, a small girl stopped running and pointed towards the woods. "What is that?" Something strange could be heard from the woods. It was a low hissing noise that blended with the sounds of rushing wind. Then someone cried, "Take shelter, no enter your homes! Quickly!"  Several of the villagers scooped up their young and began their retreat. All the doors slammed shut and windows locked. Mist filled the valley and all was silent. 

It took several hours for the mist to lift and even longer for the people to feel safe to venture out from their homes. "We were spared it seems. That was no normal mist." spoke one villager looking around as if something could jump out at any moment. The same woman that warned the children came out and wrung her apron nervously. "Did any of you see a little girl? Dark raven hair? Please tell me you took her inside!" The other adults froze. "We saw no such child." 
The woman fell to her knees and began to sob. "Everyone, look for signs of a struggle or tracks. Help this woman!"
They searched for weeks but the child was never found.

Clara could feel something warm holding her. Her eyes opened with blurred vision. She almost jerked, but thankfully she already had an idea what was so close to her. Glancing sideways, she saw parts of Alexander's shoulder and arm. They were alive and appeared to have suffered minor physical damage. She raised her head and looked up into his face then down at the way they were sitting together. "Well, this is..surprisingly comfortable." She joked stretching her legs. Her bright eyes darted all around them. "Where are we? How long was I unconscious?" This wasn't the southern temple. Everything about the place felt very strange.