15
FARRAH
When we finally got to my village, almost one hour after leaving the previous one, an immense sense of pain and longing hit me. My village looked worse than I had pictured it in my head. Snow covered almost everything, including some porches and the rooftops of the houses lining the main street.
Knowing no one would come here so soon, I used my powers to open up a narrow path in the snow so Wyatt, Ariella, and I could walk to my house.
“That’s your house?” Ariella asked once it came into view.
“Yes.” I stared at the place where I had been raised. It was both familiar and completely strange to be back here.
Because my father had been a known general in the frost fae army, and then Daleigh too, my family’s house was the largest in the village—a small manor made of wood, stone
