Crimson Tree, Crimson Snow: Bloodstained Skies: The Vanquisher Trilogy, #0

By Dagmar Rokita

Hefri, a six-years old girl hunts in nearby forests to provide financial support for her overworked mother and disabled father. One day she encounters a crimson trail on the snow. Thinking its a trace of an easy quarry, she follows it. She doesn't realise quickly enough that she became the prey now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dagmar Rokita
• Release date: Jun 6, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227293954

Dagmar Rokita

Dagmar Rokita is a Polish writer and an artist. She writes and illustrates dark sci-fi series called "Bloodstained Skies". There are two things that inspire her: imaginary world of geek culture and the deepest corners of human psychology. Huge doses of heavy metal and history documentaries are her creative fuel. She wants to become a famous artist because she needs money to buy sophisticated food for her cat. Mail: [e-mail]

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CRIMSON TREE, CRIMSON SNOW

A six-year-old Celestian girl sat at the window, propping her chin on her hands. Her weary, deep blue eyes followed the bulky snowflakes. The snowflakes were few and far between and they descended at an easy pace, the snowstorm having died out long before the sunrise.

Hefri! called an adult female voice.

Hefri Ithrunndottir eyes fluttered open at the sound calling her.

Get ready. The voice continued, It would be nice if you came back before the lunch.

Hefri’s black ponytail spread for a moment like a raven’s tail as she  jumping down from the windowsill. A tiny heater, resembling a grey, scuffed tin with a yellow light, warmed up the kitchen.  A table and six chairs stood next to the heater, all covered in a thin layer of dust after being abandoned after her father’s accident. The Celestian girl put on her boots and stood on her tiptoes, reaching for her coat, gloves and a hat with earflaps. As she grabbed her belongings, her mother peeked into the room.

I know we have to prepare for the winter, the mother said, but don’t risk too much. Don’t worry if you don’t catch any big wild beast. She smiled, but her tired eyes didn’t express any drollness.

Don't worry. I’ll catch two of them. Hefri smiled. She reached towards a rifle and hung it over her shoulder. The weapon was almost as tall as her and looked like it was recently unearthed from an excavation, but it