Just more short stuff...

She looked out towards the snowy caps of mountains that rose ahead of her. Her blonde hair whipped behind her, blown by the freezing wind. Gashes had cut through her pale skin. Her threadbare clothes were torn and bloody, turning a deeper shade of crimson as blood seeped out of the deep gash that ran along her waist. She fell to her knees as she glimpsed a cloaked figure speeding towards her.

“Mark?”

Her dry, cracked lips moved as she made an inaudible sound.

Then she fell to the ground, her body careening as her heart thumped one last time.

“NO!” a thunderous yell shook the icy tundra.

All was quiet.

Nothing could be done.

To save her.