Snowstorms & other Magicks. (3)

My body lurched forward as the carriage suddenly stopped. Alaric and the other guards' horses had raced by, the hooves thudding into the snow. He turned his head, shouting after us. I looked at the guard, who was now slumped to the side, the reins falling from his armour-gloved fingers.

The carriage tilted slightly and I gripped the sides. It didn't topple but the guard started to slip to the side. I grabbed his chest plate and opened the helmet and pulled back, wide-eyed. He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes blank and gradually went glassy.

My heart stuttered as the screeching grew louder, snapping me out of my daze. A shadow descended from, the sky, enormous and menacing. Its screech tore through the night. It was coming right for us.