Spellbinding: Chapter One

The Crystal Mirror

My feet trudged through the hard, cold snow. It's colder than its been in years, almost decades.

Or at least thats what travellers say, as they trudge through this great forest, they tell tales of dark magic gripping this land, making it cold and in-hospitable, so they can find it, the cave, the cave of old times when this forest was warm, green and clear, because in this cave lies a mirror, a mirror made completely out of the most perfect crystal, that can take you to places that you could only dream of it-

"stop, stop this now Alleyen, stop corrupting their minds with fairytale garbage and get back to cleaning the sledge!"

I turn my head to see lady padme, gesturing towards the shed at the far edge of our camp, where the sledges are stored.

I walk over the wooden planks we have set up in camp, the cold air nipping my nose and bottom lip.
Why do I have to do this now? It's far gone the moonrise and I just want to be in bed.

The sledge shed door opens with a thud beneath my hand, I light the oil lamp hanging on the side wall. I turn my head, and stop dead in my tracks

Please give me some sort of constructive criticism/comments on this story to help me make it better, this is only chapter one and i actually plan to finish this one ;)