As she kept hiking through the icy fields, exhaustion sneaked up on her, no matter how hard she tried to keep her spirits up.
It seeped into her legs, making them heavy as lead, and wore her spine down, until she was no longer able to walk with her head held high.
Worst of all, it got into her head, making her doubt her motives and stealing the last remnants of conviction she had left.
That's how the ice faeries found her: sitting in the snow, muttering about some goal she was unable to reach.
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Tiny Stories
Short StoryA collection of 100 word stories, based on two prompt list challenges. The first 100 stories will be based on general themes, the last 100 will be based on a list of 100 emotions. *COMPLETED*
