Ornn could hear the night time sky outside his home, roaring down snow onto the ground that was no doubt higher than his knees now. Something about this sound brought him comfort, as he turned back to the red hot sword he was crafting in front of him. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he was in here, and it was not.

"Hmph," Ornn grumbled to himself, his breath visible in front of him now as he exhaled. "Perhaps I should replenish the fire." Ornn finished, setting the unfinished sword down onto his workbench. Clang.

He ventured around several corners teeming with rock and wood framing over to where he keeps his fires burning. Upsetting, seems he was out of fire wood, as he looked to the spot where there were usually wood logs, was now only accompanied by twigs and specks of ash. Confusing as well, as he did not remember running out of wood to burn for his forge.

"Suppose I'll head out then." Ornn said, taking up a lumberer's ax off the wall before making his way to the main door of his home. The sounds of the blizzard could be heard much more clearly now as he closed the distance, and he knew that the sounds would only get louder the moment he opened that door. Even so, the cold never seemed to bother him before, however it did bother the items he crafted, which was what worried him most.

Unhinging carefully crafted locks and bolts, he opened the door and was immediately blasted by a gust of cold wind. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a portion of light within his home go dark. "Guess the wind knocked out a torch." Ornn could barely hear himself as he mumbled, stepping out into the snow that was indeed higher than his knees, and closing his door, leaving him to the night time light from the moon just barely visible above.

He untied the net he hung aside his door, firmly tied down so it wouldn't blow away in weather like this. "Looks like I got more work for you netsie." Ornn made sure to speak that last word quietly. Even though he knew he was isolated and by himself up in these mountains, he still didn't like the idea of someone else knowing that he gave some of his tools nicknames.

Without another thought to himself, he began hiking through the snow, heading towards the trees in the far distance, that he could barely make out in this heavy snowstorm. Occasionally, he'd stop and breathe a catch of fire from himself in a puff, to create a temporary light source he'd use to figure out what was around him. It wasn't far now, he realized. The trees he could cut down were much closer than he'd thought before. The mountains behind the trees towered over them, and the snow around him failed to show any sign of letting up any time soon.

He stopped once more, let out another puff of fire to survey around him, and cocked an eyebrow at what he spotted. Among the soft and flat top of the snow around him, aside from where he's come from already, there was in indent in the snow in front of him. He came closer, and the shape started to resemble more of a person, before he halted himself right in front of it.

Inside this hole in the snow, was a little girl, with long yet tattered bright blonde hair. The clothes she wore were nothing suited for the Frejlordian cold, as the bottom half of her legs were covered by no more than the skin itself, along with her stomach and arms. She was unconscious, and the breath coming out of her was shivering and quick. The cold was killing her. The situation this girl was in was indeed unfortunate, and she would surely die if he chose to do nothing, especially since no one else was out here to do anything for her.

He began to walk past her, this moment reminding Ornn of what happened between him and Volibear long ago. So much destruction and death, relinquishing any hope Ornn had for relationship with others if ever... but then he stopped; and wondered to himself. He looked back at where she lay and thought about something.

No one else was out here, so no one else could help her if he didn't. But no one else was out here, so how did she end up in this situation in the first place?

After a couple more seconds of thought, Ornn let out a loud disgruntled sigh before he lifted the girl out of the snow with one hand and cradled her next to his warm body, the girl's body immediately pressing against his fur out of instinct, before he glanced back at the trees he had originally come here for, and turned to head back towards home.

It's been a couple days since Ornn first took in the mysterious girl he found in the snow. And over that time, he's become determined to nurse this girl back to a healthy state; that way he'd be able to converse with her and figure out answers as to why she's here.

Coming into the room he layed her down at, he still found her eyes closed and asleep, underneath a thick, wool sheet he'd rested over her the night he brought her in. Her breathing was now normal, and her body felt warm, yet something about this girl didn't seem right to Ornn. "She's been unconscious much longer than any mortal I've seen." Ornn said, heating a portion of a cloth with his breath before laying it across her blanket.

"That should do for now." He left the girl's side, noticing the lack of sound coming from outside. Opening the door in a similar way as before, it revealed a clear, day-time sky, the snow glistening and shining off of the sun's powerful gaze. Looking ahead in the distance, he noticed the trees. The trees! Of course, ever since he had taken that girl in, he had completely forgotten about collecting the wood.

Heading back into the room, he glanced towards the girl, her condition looking stable. "She should be fine if I leave for now." So he collected his ax, and his net he'd use to carry the wood, and walked outside into the snow now just beneath his knees. He was sure she'd be fine if he left for now to collect his wood.

Sniff. Zoe could smell something. Sniff sniff. It smelled warm, and natural. It smelled like... pine. Suddenly, she felt a great pain fall over her head as she shot up from the cloth covered surface she lay upon. The pain lasted for a couple seconds, and it was a couple seconds Zoe never wanted to experience again. "So~o not fun." She grunted, the pain leaving her.

Her hands fell to the blankets surrounding her, and she began to feel them more directly. They felt soft... and smooth. Then she looked at the architecture around her. Wooden beams flowed along the ceiling all above her, and torches, tools, and various items were hung along the rock walls which stretched across many corners. Her mouth opened wide in excitement and curiosity, and suddenly jumped out of sheets which contained her, now jumping and exploring through this maze.

"Wo~oah! So cool!" Zoe exclaimed, her echoes traveling through this endless place, reflecting her excitement in force. She took a small spear off the wall and began marching across a narrow hallway like a soldier, the spear hung over her shoulder. "Mrrrr, I'm Pantheon," she mocked, "I ruin all the fun in everyone's lives, especially space doggy's." Setting the spear back on the wall, she set her mind to a new part of the place she was in.

Walking over to a small rock table topped with a metal surface, she saw a small unfinished sword resting upon its surface. Running her finger along its surface, she looked at the writing etched into the blade. "This is Frejlordian lettering. Cool." She stood for a moment, wondering to herself; before she brought a smile across her face and began jumping around yet again, not once bothering to figure out what the blade said.

"Gonna have to find more trees soon." Ornn said to himself, looking at just how many trees were in this area. There weren't many left for him to use, and the ground right now wasn't usable to plant more for the future.

Nevertheless, Ornn hoisted the tied net full of wood logs over his shoulder and began trekking his way back. He passed the hole he had found that girl, it's shape now looking more rounded and melted from the natural environment. He wondered if that girl would ever wake up, if he'd just have an unconscious girl in his home for the rest of his life, and if he'd let that happen.

Ornn stopped for a moment and glanced up towards the clear sky. "What has this world come to?" A shake of his head. Then more footsteps.

Stopping in front of his door, Ornn stopped himself before opening it. Something was off inside, he could feel it. He could hear noises. Perhaps the girl was finally awake.

He began to open his door. Perfect, now I can look for ans-

He wasn't able to finish that thought before the door opened all the way, and he saw what was happening inside. The girl, the unconscious girl, was up and about. Jumping all across the inside from beam to beam, dressed in several pieces of armor which covered her entire body, and weapons she held in both hands, different items of his creation scattered across the floor too.

What has this world come to indeed...