It was cold.
The sky became dark and filled with despair as the clouds covered the sun. The wind caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand as I watched the little dragon dance around in front of me.
The sound of a soft voice in my head was telling me to move forward, but I didn't. I felt so angry, so bitter. I cried a lot. And the small glow on the dragon did not bring me any hope.
I could feel my fingers were stiff. My skin became paler the longer I stood and sulked. I wiped another tear and sniffled when I felt it go down my cheek. I raised my fingers to my lips and started to bite my nails out of frustration and anxiety.
There was an enormous amount of pressure weighing my shoulders down. I felt helpless. And every time I tried steadying my breathing the memory of the betrayal came back to my mind.