Dashing through the snow, a Christmas Story.

And out from a sheet of white..
appeared an innocent, luminescent girl, wearing nothing but a torn dress, with a small, shivering, starving boy, clinging on her back for warmth.

She held onto the boy with such care it would almost seem as though she was holding a delicate silk dress, hoping and praying it won't fall apart from a human's single touch.

"Hold on tighter" she whispered over her shoulder, as she raised him higher on her back; her teeth chattering from the cold. The boy said nothing, he never did, but he understood her without question.

She continued to hurriedly walk through the blizzard, limping on her wounded knee from that battle she had fought in order to save him.

Wyatt, was his name.

He was a mere prize for two old captains that thought that if they captured him they would win unlimited amounts of wealth.

For he was royalty, a seven year old prince, almost ready to take the place of his ill father on the throne.

She knew who he was, for that is why she saved him. Not only that, but also for the fact that she was royalty too.

A runaway princess in fact, not standing to live the life of honor and grace and nothing but things normal teenage girls would never want.

To have an arranged marriage with someone you merely know, having to dress up to the best of your ability, whether or not you risk your health for it.

She stopped for a moment, taking a breath, as she groaned from the pain. Her leg, the freezing weather, the weight on her back, her hunger, everything was just now mixing together, making powerful and countless vibes of misery run through her shaking body.

"W-we must find a place to s-stay. D-don't w-worry, we'll be s-safe and warm s-soon. I p-promise" she turned her head to look into the small boy's eyes, hoping he knew she was telling the truth.

He merely nodded, and put his head against her back once again, as her wrapped his frail arms tightly around her waist.

She looked up into the sky, not caring about the snowflakes that continued to fall, and then closed her blue eyes shut, hard, as she mouthed words no one could hear.

She was praying, praying to anyone who could hear her, that her family was safe and sound this Christmas, even though they were probably worried sick about her absence, and she also prayed for her and the boy's safety, and that they find happiness somehow on this day.

After only a few moments standing there in the bitter storm, she sprinted into a jog, making the boy hold onto her hair like a horse.

Her feet ran faster and faster, as the wind ran through her blonde hair, blowing out of her small delicate face.

She had absolutely no idea where she was going, but she knew that somehow something, anything, would soon show a dry shelter with a warm fire.

She laughed at her excitement, she had never been this happy in many years.

After a few hours or so, she slid to a stop and grinned, as she set the boy down and took him by the hand.

"Come along Wyatt, I think we've found what we've been looking for" they stared in astonishment at the small wooden cottage before them, blowing black smoke out of its chimney.

They gingerly made their way towards the door, fear and happiness coursing through their veins.

She knocked once, and that was all it took, for immediately the door swung open, showing a tall slim Spanish boy before them.

"Aaryana?" he whispered, as he took in the beautiful tattered girl shaking on his door step.

Her smile grew wider; at last, they could be happy again.

But the fire is so delightful.

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