Myste rode through the deep snow of the Northern
Wasteland. The snow formed a perfect blanket over the
rolling hills, and it appeared that there were crystals gleaming
everywhere. As the sun set, the snowy landscape transformed
into a deep, blood red, then a solemn blue. As Myste was
looking for a place to camp for the night, a pack of wolves began
howling up ahead. Curious, Myste urged his horse on towards
the noise. Cresting a small hill, Myste saw the pack
attacking an old man who was staving them off with an old gnarled
stick. Seeing a wolf circle around to the man's rear, Myste
drew an arrow and sent it into the wolf's back. Seeing
their comrade go down, the other wolves dashed at the old
man. Myste charged in on horseback hoping we hadn't just
signed the man's death warrant. As the greater portion of
the pack reached the man, a bright orange blast flew from his
stick, sending most of the attackers flying back into the snow
bank dead. The remaining wolves hesitated, and a few
well-placed shots from Myste's bow sent them running off into the
night. Myste dismounted and went over to the man, who had
collapsed into the snow bank after setting off the orange
blast. The man had a cave for a home, and Myste brought him
in and set him on his cot. The man was grateful and thanked
Myste. He explained that he was once a great mage who
fought in the Great Wars long ago, and now his powers were
failing him. In return for helping him, the man gave Myste
a sword. It was a magical sword called Verminfate. It
looked like an icicle coming out of a handle, but it was stronger
than many metal swords. Its magical ability to freeze
anything it struck made it a fearsome weapon when used
correctly. After thanking the man, Myste continued on his
journey.
Winner: Myste
Written by: Myste (With conformation from Miliardo)