"She wont wake up." said a soft voice that seemed to come from no where and everywhere all at once.
"Who said that?" said Xardorasch as he looked around. The snow was falling harder now, making it difficult to see.
A small white cat stepped out from behind the angel shaped stone. It walked over beside Xardorasch and looked at him with sad eyes. "She wont wake up. An evil spell was put upon her."
