I awake to the touch of a snowflake on my nose. I'm freezing, although I remember falling asleep in a sunny prairie. The wind bites my nose, sending a chill down my spine, and all but my head is covered by cold, white snow. Quickly, I pull myself out of this mound. My first thought is that teleportation had brought me here, but then I notice the tips of the yellow grass showing through the snow. I woke up where I fell asleep.
My eyes scan around, noticing the only other thing in this flat, rolling plain. A girl, but not just any girl. I sensed... No, I knew she was special.
I dig in the snow around me and retrieve my bag, pulling out my sketchbook. She is dangerous, so I can't get close. Actually, I need to stay as far away as possible, and only hope she doesn't notice me.
Nevertheless, my hands drift across the page in long and short strokes. First, sketching her figure... then, her face. Then, those eyes... those eyes, looking right at me, staring deep into my heart. Before I can think about running, Eva...