By Nancy Arant Williams
Gillian Covington woke from unconsciousness at the bottom of a rocky cliff.
Confused and disoriented, she cast her gaze around her and took in her
surroundings. A feeling of helplessness assailed her for the first time in her
The temperature dropped like a rock as darkness fell and she dozed, leaning
again the hard cliff wall. Her body began to stiffen from her injuries. Every
movement, even to adjust her position, now caused jarring lightning flashes of
Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, she vaguely discerned the outline
of what looked like a little girl. Thinking she was hallucinating, she blinked,
forcing her blurry eyes to focus on the child's beautiful face. Only the
lightest of spring dresses or was it a nightgown, covered her slight figure,
leaving her totally unprotected from the cold. What appeared to be a wolf or a
large dog accompanied the child, but stood some distance away, watching.
The low clouds moving in, shed an eerie, dim glow, light reflected off the
moisture in the air. In the odd light, Gillian could see the child had flawless
fair skin and expressive eyes. Gillian smiled. The little girl continued to
stare, her wispy white-blonde hair curling in the dampness of the night. Her
wise eyes were full of understanding, but for some reason, she refused to speak
a single word.