My fingers where numb and unfeeling. The blizzard was bone- chillingly cruel and it seemed to pierce my very heart. As I heaved and gasped for breath in the thickness of the fresh snow of the night, the air stung my lungs and choked me dry. It was a dry snow, for the wind was whipping it here and there in fierce flurries and hail balls. Because it was the middle of the night, i could only see my hand in front of me and nothing more but oncoming snowflakes. My frustrations grew as I kept searching for a warm, safe place to stay for the night. I ran away from the archery training grounds at my palace to meet Zarik over the Zirronian border. Although we where in a huge war with his country, he thought his father and older twin brother,Pala-atnar, where wrong and offered to give me his country's military attack strategies and where they would strike next. I knew where to meet him at, the problem was that i didn't have time to get in the proper attire for the journey, my royal advisers were eyeing me like starving hawks in my archery training sessions. Once they turned their heads, i ran for it. All I had on where my thin leather boots with golden, ancient Paletonian runes and stitched in rubies at the top rim, my light blue, silk long-sleeved shirt with golden etchings around each sleeve rim, dark blue tights, and my archery skirt that was 2 inches below the knee and made of tough dark leather, i had managed to grab my dark blue cloak. Well, i guess it it my fault for underestimating the natural fall climate of my beloved country, Paletonia, since it is a tundra- like land up until the end of spring and all of summer. Suddenly, out of the corner of my right eye, a little goblin appeared in the snow with wire frame spectacles and a tuxedo.