It isn't an uncommon thing to find one of my kind bored. I admit it, and unlike some, revel in the irony of it. But, that's beside the point. What is; is that it fueled my curiosity and created a meddlesome nature that was equally as common. Even with this natural quirk, it was considered bad taste to publicly interact with humans. Still, it wasn't totally unheard of and in the olden days it was an ordinary occurrence. It was things like the black plague and having a third of the population die that made us stick to manipulating our own kind or at the very least be more discrete.

During my life it seemed that I was the butt of many a joke, probably because I didn't fit into their perfect little world, with unmarked porcelain skin and silky smooth hair. Fragile girls that would break if you touched them and arrogant men that thought the world belonged to them. Instead, I was the woman-child that was constantly fighting and covered in scars of all kinds that seemed to be highlighted by sun tanned skin. My own family tried to rid themselves of me many times before; I was ugly, scarred and strong. All traits that were unfitting for a woman of the courts.

It was in my solitude that I had even barely noticed a heat bloom in one of the coldest places in the world. If it hadn't of caught even the smallest bit of my attention, then I would've missed out on one of the biggest adventures of my life. There was a ship, a huge monstrosity of an iron boat, and it was filled with agitated and inexperienced crew.

This was the perfect emotional climate for my kind; it's like a breeding ground for glamour and chaos. The perfect cure for boredom

Even though it was against what I was taught, I couldn't help at least stirring the pot a little bit. Names had become useless because they would probably all die in the end, anyway. There was no way I was going to get attached and want to make them a more permanent toy. They were barely people to me, simply dolls that needed to be manipulated.

It was cold and even the burning of iron near me and glamour wasn't enough to keep the goose bumps off of my skin. Sprinting to the nearest supply room, I quickly slid into a warm thick coat. The slight hindrance to my movement was more than worth it as I felt my body slowly start to heat. I heard voices near the top deck of the ship, but it was simply one of the scientists flirting with the guide.

He called the phase of the moon the "hunter's moon" which was more than enough to make me smirk at the irony. There was more than hunting going on. I could feel it and it sent the spindly trills of excitement screaming through my system. That was infinitely better than staring at a wall and trying to keep up with pointless lineages and inbred rulers. I very much preferred the old ways. Where we were able to manipulate and tear at the very sanity of our victims.

But, listening to the idle chitchat of these people wasn't satisfying me. Having spent the last few days here, I'd already learned the ins and outs of the social and physical environment. With every ounce of stealth that I possessed, I jumped over the iron railing of the ship and landed on a nearby patch of ice that was vaguely attached to the rest of the island. Frost bit my skin as I ran with the wind towards the site of the bloom.

Seeing the faint outline of buildings, I dashed forwards and explored this new place. Snow barely glided down in wispy spirals. Short metal buildings covered in a thick layer of frost jutted up in the mostly flat surroundings. My sepia eyes darted over the barren landmass as the humans wandered over. Waiting until they had set up a motorized sled, I left the humans to their exploration. I gripped the icy sled and they sent it down on a test run. It sped down the steep slope and with a sudden stop threw me off when it reached the bottom. Without pause it raced back up to the surface, leaving me completely alone.

The interior of what I assumed was an entry-way was made of solid stone and was adorned in hieroglyphics and statues. Running a hand over the ancient writing, I wished with all of my being that I could understand all that was written here; all of the secrets that were tucked away and the history that had transpired.

Then there were the statues…

They were tall, some over nine feet, and had muscles like a body builder's wet dream. Their faces were covered by the smooth edges and planes of what must have been a mask. Overall, they were impressively detailed and drew the eye to them as if magnetic.

The soft 'wrrrr' of the sled brought my attention back to the rest of the humans that were entering the underground temple. I watched them meet up with the group that had set up the supports. They lit flares, to see in the nearly non-existent light of the caves, casting the walls with a blood red glow. One girl had wandered off slightly as her light dimmed.

In the dying light I saw that she was the same guide that the scientist had been flirting earlier. She had dark hair and eyes that were hidden between warm layers of clothes. Behind her an older man had lit a flare and it startled her.

"I don't understand it," He started, "No equipment. No sign of another team."

The girl looked at him warily and sighed, "Well, that tunnel didn't dig itself."