It seemed that the sun was never going to rise, that the harsh night of winter would prevail for eternity in the hai that was the cottage. The crisp air stung her throat and chapped her lips, causing her body to shake violently. The fire that had kept her warm for two days now failed to light no matter how many desperate attempts the thief made. Amora awoke to the hearth being soaked from the snow that had melted through the boards blocking the top of the chimney. With shaking hands she gathered her fire-making tools and stowed them away in her pack, giving up on trying to find warmth within the fire again.
The last bit of food she had left from the incident that caused her to be trapped now found its way into her stomach, leaving her unsatisfied and thirsty. She knew she’d need to find a way out on that day, otherwise she’d either freeze to death or dehydrate. Amora pulled her jacket tightly across her chest and tied the belt-like fabric used to close it securely around her waist. After sitting on the ground for only a couple more ticks she finally found the strength within her to stand. From the previous days she found that trying to jump and grab the ledge of the large gaping hole in the roof would prove to be nothing but a failure, so she didn’t even attempt it.
Instead, she walked towards the door again and put her right shoulder into the hard wood, trying with every bit of will she had to push it open just enough to let herself out. She used her feet and body weight to try and put more and more pressure on the wood. Her feet slid out from under her one at a time, forcing the thief to walk backwards with them in an attempt to stay up.
Creeeaak…
The thief could feel the snow on the other side giving a bit, allowing the door to open another inch, but still not enough to let her out. Amora pushed with all she had in her. The door slid another couple inches and excitement grew inside her, allowing adrenaline to surge in her gut.
A loud popping sound was all the thief heard before a mountain of snow, ice, and boards from the door’s frame fell on top of her head and around her, causing her to slip and fall onto her side. Pain surged from her bruised ribs, she was lucky none of the heavy wood hit her- being due to the angle it fell. With a groan, Amora shifted to lie on her back and scooped some of the snow that just blocked her path out over her face. The cold stung her skin and lips, but she really didn’t care. The thief felt defeated, feeling that she may as well just let it take her.
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