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Lyn looked away from the bodies as a tear escaped her eye and froze to her face. “We were walking through here, and a yeti ambushed us. The monster was fast and strong. Del screamed at us to run ahead while he swung at it, but the thing killed him so quickly.

“The rest of us ran, but...” Lyn pointed to a cliff above them. “It avalanched. I was the only one who wasn’t caught. And then the yeti attacked. I fled into the cave, and that’s where I’ve been since.”

“You blame yourself for their deaths?”

“In a way I should have joined them,” Lyn meekly conceded. “I mean, how did the snow miss me?”

“It missed you because it did.” Kora shrugged. “I don’t understand why this is a point of contention for you.”

“What do you mean?!” Lyn sneered at the girl. “My companions and I came together; we were pilgrims before the High God. I’m nothing special—if the Fates don’t have a plan for them, why should they have a plan for me?”

“Well, because they do?” Kora shrugged again. “Whatever plan they have, they decided you need to live. No one said the Fates are nice about it.”

Lyn looked at the bodies of Ella and Jason. “Those two were too young to die.” She then pointed to Paige and Father Triff. “And they were guiding us and could have guided more people. Del? He died serving his sworn duty. Had he lived, he could have saved many more lives.”

“Lyn, it’s sad, I know,” Kora replied solemnly while placing a hand on her new friend’s shoulder. “But the Fates don’t concern themselves with these things, and there’s nothing we can do about it now. Just be happy you’re alive…for you, like any of us, can die at any time. Now this way. We need to get down the mountain…”

Kora’s words died in her throat as loud footsteps echoed from the path. The two looked up to see a gigantic furry monster standing over them, a look of hunger and rage in its red eyes and bloodstains on its white fur. It stood over ten feet tall, towering over them. A yeti...the yeti that most likely had killed Lyn’s companions. Lyn and Kora watched the snow slide down and cover the way back.

Lyn ran up to Del’s body and pried his sword from his frozen hands. She almost fell from the blade’s weight—a blade she witnessed the muscular man wield effortlessly with one hand. She, however, could barely carry the thing with two. With the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the weapon was quickly in her hands, and she swung it wildly at the beast. “No, no, no,” she called. “You will not!”

The yeti paused to look at them, eyes curious and licking its lips. Its red eyes stared down at Lyn as she held up the shiny weapon under the cold sun. The beast charged, the weight of its raging body making the ground rumble.

“That’s it, Lyn. Distract the thing,” Kora whispered as Lyn faced the snow beast, which snarled with animalistic hunger. Fear of this thing gave way to fury within Lyn as she struggled with the cold metal of the heavy weapon.

As the beast charged, Lyn clumsily swung the blade, hitting its thigh with the broad side of the weapon. The beast bellowed in pain as it swung its paw at Lyn, knocking her to the ground, the sword crashing with a clatter. She rolled to get out of the way of the yeti as it attempted to pounce on her, the ground shaking even more as she reached for the sword. Screaming, she swung it up from the ground and towards the yeti. She slashed its chest as the momentum of the blade made her roll around on the ground. She then struggled to her feet, shaking from pain as she grunted to herself from the weight of Del’s sword.

The yeti made a grab for her. Lyn’s attempt to jerk out of the way was in vain as its claws wrapped around her waist and lifted. Wildly she swung the sword at the yeti in a desperate attempt to get the beast off her. The creature howled as the tip of the blade caught its mouth and it recoiled. This was long enough for Lyn to get in another good swing, which made purchase with the beast’s cheek. Roaring in agony, it dropped her to the ground.

The drop knocked the wind out of her as the blade fell, broadside parallel to the ground, on top of her. She cried out in pain as she struggled to her feet again, only for the yeti to be on her. Weakly she swung the weapon but missed making any connection to the yeti as the creature’s hot, rotten breath was on her face—it was going to bite her.