Chapter 55 Into The Frostline

The wind howled across the frozen plains like a restless spirit, clawing at cloaks and hair, biting into skin with icy teeth. Snow flurries danced like silver ghosts beneath the pale morning sky, obscuring the trail ahead. The forest of Duskwind was far behind them now, replaced by skeletal trees and endless white. Selene adjusted the scarf wrapped around Lyra’s face, making sure her daughter’s cheeks were protected. The child barely noticed, her golden eyes fixed ahead, wide and unblinking.