Gut Feeling

This was it. The key moment in all the training, all the early mornings, the nearly frost bitten extremities. In the distance there is a fog blinding him from an outline of a mystical character on a snowy cliff in front of him. She is dressed in a dark velvet ceremonial robe. Her scarlet eyes matched her hair. Her skin, on the other hand, matched the surrounding snow. Something silver glinted in her icy palm, hidden in her cloak. The scarlet figure waiting to remind him of a little secret. *Part two is here*