It is time

Isabelle walked through the deserted forest, her steps on snow leaving imprints behind her as she walked forward. The lantern she had been carrying had exhausted and it being of no use, she had thrown it away on her way here.

She had come far from the land of Bonelake. Away and closer to where she once called these lands to be home. Her time was close, years that she had spent after being burnt, it was time for her spirit to depart as the body she was in was giving up on her. 

Isabelle heard the owl hoot above her as she made her way through the thicket of the forest. Snow continued to fall from the sky, some coming to settle above on the hooded hood she had pulled to cover herself.