The snow was falling thick and fast, obscuring the vision of the woman walking across the mountain path, that was almost hidden by the snow gathering on the ground. On and on she walked, struggling against the blizzard that seemed to not want her to reach her destination. She paused, raising her hand against the wind that blew into her delicate face. Reaching towards the wall of the mountain she muttered something, something that was carried away by the wind, unheard to any but her. A symbol glowed on the rock under her hands, faintly violet and unclear in the threatening winds. As the symbol glowed and pulsed she pushed on the rock and it gave way easily beneath her hands. The woman walked inside and pulled off the hood of her cloak. Long blonde hair tumbled down her back like a waterfall as she carried on walking, unfastening the cloak in the unnatural heat of the cave she had entered. As she walked through what appeared to be a long corridor torches lit around her, lighting her way. She seemed unsurprised when she encountered a dead end at the end of the hallway. Unperturbed she raised her hands yet again, murmuring softly, and the same symbol glowed again, clear in the light and calm of the cave. A bright violet that seemed to pulse with power. The woman pushed again and another doorway seemed to open just for her. The room she entered was not filled with riches and skeletons as the rumours said. There was just a plain stone dais, upon which rested a coffin. The woman took off her heavy cloak and put it aside, revealing her clothing as that of a gypsy. A soft baby blue that matched her bright eyes, eyes that glowed with an ancient power. She walked over to the coffin and pushed gently on the lid. As the lid creaked open a young man was revealed. He seemed to be in his late teens and his shoulder length black hair fanned out beneath him, like a dark halo. He eyes were closed as if in a peaceful sleep and his lips were parted slightly. The woman smiled and reached to him, stroking his cheek tenderly. Leaning close she whispered gently to him.
"Awaken Mystic Of The Night. There are those who await your resurrection. Awaken and serve your purpose." As she whispered the last word the boy's eyes fluttered slightly, before opening to reveal a liquid abyss, darker than any night sky. He sat up and turned his head to the woman, who smiled down at him lovingly. He smiled in return and brushed his fingers through his silken hair.
"Adara? It is nice to see you again. How long have I been sleeping?" The woman, now known as Adara, turned and picked up her cloak.
"It has been eighty years lord. Now the time has come for you to leave this place, and serve the kingdoms in their time of need." She watched as he climbed gracefully out of the ebony coffin and stepped off of the dais it rested upon.
"Have the others been awakened?"
"Yes my lord Wufei, the others await your presence."
"Then let us take our leave."