First Snow (short story)
She threw the window open; leaving the pitch-dark room illuminated with a pretty shade of grey. A shiver ran down her spine, and the cold breeze greeted her, making her hair dance behind her shoulder. It was snowing. First Snow!! The very first snow of the season!! It was dark outside, but she could still see the blanket of crystal snow covering the tower of logs. She gathered her hands around her, a poor attempt at comfort. The wind was howling through the woods, making the tree branches shake to their core. She couldn't help but recall her days at the castle, her spacious room, the shining floor, the gold-plated window frames, her beautiful daisy-printed curtains, the soft and fluffy bed, she was already missing them, miserably. when she was young a witch knocked on the doors of the castle, she claimed that the daughter of the second king will be the reason for the downfall of the kingdom. but when she was born her father never distan...