“Stop,” I mutter as I stumble and catch myself with a tree. Jasmine groans as she stops, only turning around to glare at me. I ignore her icy gaze and keep attached to the tree. I can’t breath. Even after all the training, my lungs are not ready for this wintery air. Jasmine seems fine running around in a dress and in boots that sunk with every step. How does she move so easily in the snow? Some witch secret? I chuckle to myself as she speaks up.
“We have to go,”she snaps, “now.”
“Do you not understand? I can’t run anymore,” I tell her as I lean against the tree that had stopped my fall. We have been off the trail for sometime and I have no idea where we are. The sun is starting to set, though, and I doubt we want to be out here without even the slight warmth the sun brought with it. We
