The air was bitter cold and the terrain unkind to unwelcome travelers. My name is Rayven Knightwind and I was traveling through the Black Wind Mountains, against my better judgment I might add. However, my enemies were watching all the safe passes through the mountains trying to keep me from reaching Mysta. They didn't think that even I was foolish enough to try and cross the untamed region of the mountains, but my bond to Mysta was strong and time was of the essence.
I had come a long way and as of yet had seen no danger, but the mountain range was wide and only a fool would expect to make the journey without incident. A breeze picked up that made me stop in my tracks. It wasn't the cold freezing the moisture to my face that caused my halt, it was a sound I hoped I hadn't heard. Then it came again. A soft sound that an inexperienced traveler might dismiss as the whispering of the wind. I however knew the sound to be something else.
The snow started falling then and the visibility dropped greatly. I knew this to be a ploy of the creature I had just heard. Then I saw her. She looked like a dark haired elf wearing white from head to toe, making it even harder to see her. I wouldn't have been able to see her at all if she didn't want me to. The creature smiled at me, a smile that looked innocent and inviting. I immediately reached for the sword sheathed on my back. The creature's smile faded and she began her attack before I could fully pull my weapon from it's scabbard.
She seemed to disappear into the ground, but a small pile of snow started to charge at me from where she once stood. I dived to the side and did a roll to get back on my feet. The creature was no where to be seen and all my muscles were taunt with anticipation of the battle.
I could feel nature shifting behind me. In one movement I turned and sliced with my sword . . . .
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