A magical being.

As Lily walked, her paranoia grew. Suddenly, it felt like the trees were moving, as if they had faces and could monitor her every action. An owl, hooting in the distance caused her to jump, snapping a tree branch under her boots. A shrill gasp escaped her trembling, chapped lips. 'Whew, just an owl' she told her self, not allowing the state of mind she was in crumble her spirit entirely. The wind began to pick up, she ran her palms up and down her arms, hugging herself to keep warm. The sudden temperature drop caused her breathing to become less rhythmic.

Lily crumpled to the ground, splattering mud all over her as curled up as she fought to keep warm. Her vision started to blur, and her stomach churned as she braced herself for what she could only envision to the the end. Was this because she was no longer protected by her magic? At least, she certainly couldn't feel its presence coursing through her veins anymore. She'd always been gifted and was able to avoid things such as the harsh elements. She bat her eyelids, visible confusion worn across her frozen cheeks as she imagined a figure walking towards her. It had to be a hallucination, right?

As the figure got closer to Lily, she could make out what looked like golden blonde hair, down to the person's shoulders. The bangs were combed over to one side. Still, it came closer, and she soon realized that 'it' appeared to be a 'she', and before Lily could get a better look, consciousness faded.