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Prologue

In the Age of Ancients magic was plentiful in the world. Men and women who possessed supernatural abilities were worshipped as gods, and ruled over mankind for centuries. Manus, the first of the telepaths, was recognized as king of the gods by mortals and fellow sorcerers alike. Second came Havel, master of earth and geology, and his sister Helena, Queen of the flame. Then came Ursula and Styx, goddesses of winter, and the seas. Lastly there was Nito, the first reaper. Recognized as the death lord, and the embodiment of the devil to many. They were the first of the sorcerers, known as the Greats. Over centuries thousands of children were born to the so-called gods possessing similar abilities as their parents. While their reign was prosperous, with power came corruption, and with corruption came fear, and with fear came an uprising. With newfound religious faith challenging the great sorcerer's claims as gods, man grew in fear of their powers. One by one, offspring of the Greats were executed for witchcraft in man's growing fear of magic. Thus the war began between sorcerers and men. Infinitely outnumbering the Greats, mankind destroyed the temples erected to them, burning their mighty homes and fortresses to the ground. Manus, Havel, and Styx were slain in battle. The surviving greats fled into exile before being hunted down and executed for their gifts. Thus donning a new era, where magic scarce in the world, only to later be rekindled by the one with the wind and sky.

Chapter 1: The stranger

Alexander trudged heavily through the knee deep snow, the howling winds of the north mountain had sunk its teeth into him making every step difficult. At least he assumed this was the north mountain, he had lost his bearings since his sudden flight from Weselton. His food supplies were quickly diminishing and he had consumed the last of his estus days ago so he could not risk dispelling the wind. He would have to purchase more supplies once he found a trading post, for now all he could do was continue on. The rugged winter conditions of the north mountain had made travelling no easier but a few feet of snow was nothing he couldn't manage, nor was the weight of his pack digging its way into his shoulder crippling his pace. It was the searing pain radiating from his chest, until he could produce more estus there would be no way to subdue the pain so for now he was forced to continue.

Suddenly he saw something glistening in the distance, a mere shimmer of light emanating through the blizzard. As he closed the distance to inspect what he had initially dismissed as nothing Alexander's eyes widened as he beheld the monstrous tower that stood in front of him. The entire tower was made of solid ice, hues of purple, gold, and blue were strewn throughout the structure which was formed perfectly to on top of the uneven terrain of the mountain side. The entire structure was immaculate, throughout all the stairs, windows, balconies, and pillars not a single imperfection could be seen, not one scratch or chip. This was impossible, he thought to himself. An army of the finest craftsmen couldn't build something like this, surely not on this terrain. He had heard rumors at an inn of a young queen who could control ice and snow, they claimed that she had once frozen her entire kingdom. Perhaps this was no drunken story, if someone like that did exist it was his mission to find her.

The steps leading up to the castle provided a surprising amount of friction, Alexander had gripped the rails tightly anticipating to slip and fall yet he was surprised to find the stairwell as solid as stone. Upon reaching the massive ice doors he tried to open them to no avail, realizing they were sealed shut he reluctantly raised his right hand and the heavy doors slowly opened. He felt another stab of pain in his chest, he was weakened from using his powers, and he knew that overexerting himself could bring fatal consequences. As he stepped into the grand foyer he was awestruck at the meticulous design, every square inch was a work of art from the frozen fountain in the center to the beautiful looming stairway which must have led to second floor.

As Alexander gazed at the marvelous design his wonder turned to terror as an earth rattling roar pierced the chambers. The ground shook as a massive golem-like creature made entirely of ice leaped down from the balcony above. The creature stood about fifteen feet in height and had massive claw-like icicles protruding from its arms and back. Too weak to draw on his powers Alexander reached for his dagger hanging on his belt but didn't react quickly enough. Before he knew it the ice golem was inches from him, with one sweep of his mighty arm sent him hurdling through the doors of castle and crashing into the stairwell he had previously crossed. The pain in his chest was now joined by the pain of two broken ribs, he knew he couldn't fight this monster, nor could he run. As the ice golem charged towards him claws raised ready to deliver the killing blow he realized there was only one alternative, but his odds of surviving weren't much better. With a grunt and a final burst of energy Alexander leaped off the cliff down the ravine below, he faintly heard the monster's cry of rage before he crashed into the ice below.

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The ice harvesters were heading out on their last harvest of the month. With the coming of summer Kristoff and the men were being pushed farther north to find suitable ice, even so close to the north mountain the pickings were slim. Finally the men stopped at a small lake near the base of the north mountain, the ice appeared to be roughly a foot thick in most areas, further out it was significantly thinner. Nevertheless this was the best find they've had in weeks.

"Alright men let's start cutting, don't go further than twenty feet out, we'll take this one section at a time!" Ordered Royce the most experienced ice harvester.

Kristoff and the others quickly got to work sawing through the thick ice, within minutes him and the men were working in rhythm cutting out one segment at a time before sending it over to the men on land to process and package it. The work was going smoothly, they had one sled filled with quality ice and had begun to load the second. Suddenly Thomas; a new recruit called over in a frightened tone.

"Hey guys I think we have a problem!" "

What happened?" Inquired Kristoff as he raced over, only to find Thomas standing near a large hole in the ice.

"Did someone fall through?" One of the men asked.

Before Thomas could answer a body bumped up against the ice startling everyone, the man was barely visible as he began to sink back down into the depths below.

"Christ someone's down there!" Royce shouted. As everyone looked around puzzled and terrified Kristoff immediately began to strip his heavy fur clothes off, leaving only his undergarments on. Without hesitation the burly blonde man dived headfirst into the hole and out of sight underneath the ice.

The entire group was silent, every second seemed to last an eternity as they eagerly waited and hoped that Kristoff would resurface. After about thirty seconds of agonizing waiting Kristoff exploded through the hole desperately gasping for air, miraculously in his left arm he was carrying the same man they had seen underneath the ice. The other ice harvesters helped heave both Kristoff and the unconscious man onto the surface, Royce quickly draped a coat around Kristoff who was shivering violently from hypothermia. Upon inspecting the man Kristoff realized he was in much worse condition.

He couldn't identify the man's age due to his rugged appearance, he had a thick mane of brown hair which clung to his face, and his face bore a scraggly unkempt beard. Not only were his clothes soaked through they were very old and tattered, also he was carrying with him a large travel bag and a peculiar looking spade-shaped dagger and flask hung on his belt. But that was not concerning to Kristoff and the men, his face had lost all color and his lips and extremities were a sickly dark blue, the man looked like pure hell.

Royce knelt down and checked his carotid artery and his airway. "I've got no pulse." He said solemnly. "And he's not breathing either."

Kristoff watched as Royce folded his hands in the middle of the man's chest and began compressions, after counting to thirty he lifted the man's jaw and blew two breaths. It didn't look good, Kristoff had begun to fear that this man was beyond saying, however to everyone's amazement after ten more compressions the man convulsed and spat up water. Royce immediately turned him on his side and patted his back encouraging him to get the water out.

"Help me get him out of these wet clothes!" Royce bellowed. "And get a fire going before these two freeze to death!" He ordered.

Kristoff was suddenly brought back into reality and was aware of just how badly he was shivering, as two men began to help him two his feet the man groggily turned to face Kristoff.

"Y-you… you pulled me out?" He asked straining from the effort.

"Yes." Said Kristoff staring at him in bewilderment. A weak smile gradually began to creep across the man's face.

"Th-thank you… Wh-what's y-your name?"

"Kristoff." He replied as the two men tried ushering him away towards the fire.

"Alexander." The man replied weakly, a sad smile still on his face.