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((Not sure how good of a starter this is, but I thought I would give it a try! Hope I did okay! Thanks! ))

The wind picked up the thickest heaps of leaves as roots were torn from their resting place beneath the earth. The air around the forest echoed with the screaming wind. It howled through the cracks amongst the trees, leaving behind an endless echo. Hidden beneath the thick density of the forest was a young lady. Her crimson locks danced from underneath her garment's hoodie. Her pale cheeks were pink as the blood rushed to her cheeks and nose from the freezing wind. The wind beat her cheeks dry, and drew crystal like tears from her eyes.
She attempted to make her way through the rough winds and brisk night air. The moon lit her way, with nothing but the stars as her guide. She had made this journey before, but never in such rushed conditions.
Soon, it began to snow. The cold weather made way for a gentle flow of snow. At first it was tolerable, and only left a chill upon her nose...But soon escalated. The snow coated her shoulders and whipped itself into her hair. Tangles of damp and freezing snow matted her red locks.
She went on for hours. Though her frame was small, she was firm and fierce. She was not a stranger to the outdoors, but the cold she scorned.Hours went by as the moon rose in the night sky. However...It was beginning to get difficult to see the moon through the clouds of snow.
Suddenly, an upturned log caught her ankle and caused her to meet the earth with her face. The cold, snow covered ground welcomed her face unpleasantly. She had fallen multiple times before, but this time her knees restricted and wouldn't allow her to rise. The snow blanket of the earth cradled her.
The snow began to coat her back while the wind grasped her hoodie and shook it in the wind. The girl pulled herself along the snowy ground towards a tree where the wind was less harsh. Perhaps she could stay here and rest for just a moment. After all the pain in her ankle was burning against the cold.
God, I hate the cold...

Logan looks out from behind a tree. He'd been following this girl for hours. He was wearing one of his homemade masks and he was most proud of it. He kept his sword in his holster as he came out from behind the tree and looked at this strange girl. The though of abandoning her began to cloud the thought of helping her, but all he did was shake his head in silence as he took another step in the snow. He had grown cold, tired, and hungry from following her all day and he feard that his hoodie wasn't doing much for how cold he was. He took once again another step closer. He looked at her lying on the cold face of the Earth and thought back to when he had first started traveling and how hard it had been. He continued walking torwards her. "Hey. You look like you could use some help. Now are you gonna keep hugging the dirt, or are you gonna let me help you?"