The pale light of the moon stretching across the cold, grey mountain tops. The wind whistled in the cold, harsh climate. There were no castles no buildings, no warmth ever touched these mountains. Not even the sun can reach this place.

“Lina, Lina over here!!” Shouted the boy. Wind brushed Lina’s face as she dashed through the mountains. “What is it, Allen?” She replied in a hasty, scratchy tone because of the wind throughout the mountains. “I think I found something, fire it looks like, demons it must be.” Allen yelled “Okay, I see it too, land over here.” Lina pointed at a small cave just a few meters away from the light. “Rashillé, down here.” Allen spoke softly to the gigantic bird he was riding. “Come on Deprovi, I know you are tired, you can rest here, just a little more.” Lina whispered into Deprovi’s dark, feathered ear. Rashillé and Deprovi dived in perfect formation down to the cave, the thin air became sharp like needles as Allen and Lina hugged their Ecréoto (species of future bird) so they would not fly off into the darkness.

Allen and Lina dismounted their mounts, dragging their swords along this stony ground. “Lina, wait.” Allen alarmed. “What? It’s just a little Inferti.” Lina rasped. ” No, this is no Inferti, this is a Fláshira.