The wind was unlike anything the small kitten had ever felt. Cold tendrils of icy wind, armed with piercing flakes of ice, wrapped the kitten in a state of undeniably cold pain. How the small kitten dreamed of warmth, but the only thing she could still do was walk further into the wind, hoping at the end of the stretching forest, civilization would welcome her.

The frozen ground numbed the kitten’s small, delicate paws. Her black fur speckled white with snowflakes and slowly grew damp.

As the kitten journeyed on, she found a small trail, clearly marked with footsteps. Running, she followed the trail.

Above flew dragons and birds, filling the small kitten with fear, she ran faster.

Suddenly, a small troll, with green skin and large warts, found the small kitten and bent down before her.

“Hello little kitten, you seem so cold,” the troll said, gently and soft.

Her voice brought the kitten a sense of warmth and safety.

Gathered in the troll’s hands, the kitten was brought into a small house within the trunk of a tree.

Warmth immediately found her, coating her in tranquility.

The kitten had found her home.