Darkness, cold, shouting. That was my first memory.

Though I was young, I knew something was wrong. 

I feel strong arms gripping me as my carrier walked, no, ran. The wind cut past us, biting into my cheeks. Branches flew by, and the world around me was a blur.

The shouting grew ever louder. The labored breathing of whoever was carrying me increased, and we slowed down, I noticed the dark outline of the tree's in the night surrounding us. I was gently laid in the freshly fallen snow, and a face came into view.

Gorgeous sparkling blue eyes that defied the night's pitch black, tan skin, faded red lips, and a gentle but sad complexion was on her face as she laid me there, she was breathing heavily, just as my carrier had been. She looked at me and a tear rolled down her face.

"Goodbye my dear one, I fear we might not meet again, but I will do my best to come back to you." She kissed me on my head, I reached out in a hope that she would stay longer. But all she did was look at me then swiftly run away. That was my first and last memory.