"We were such a happy family, we went everywhere together, saw just about the whole world..."

"I was so little when it happened... I thought I'd just made you up..."

"I can't believe the difference in our fates came down to which way we fell when that storm tore our family apart..."

"No, not the storm... There was something here! Something attacked us..."

"His face... I-it's his face..."

"Drew? Who's face?"

"27 years ago in the Himalayas, something took my parents, our parents, away from us forever!"

"It was you Argost, and I wanna hear you admit it!"

The Himalayas

27 years ago

Their giggles were carried by the mild wind that drifted through their camp as their parents watched them closely.

"Be careful!" Delila warned Drew and Doyle as they chased each other through the snow.

"Don't worry!" Drew said cheerfully. "I'm really careful!"

"I know but..." she sighed. "Of course you are. Silly me."

"Momma's silly!" Doyle said, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Delila, look!" said Derrek, pointing through the light snowfall.

"Is that a Sherpa?" she squinted.

"Maybe we can get him to take our picture," he smiled.

"Hey!" she called.

The monk came over with a small group he was guiding up the mountain behind him.

"Sorry to bother you," said Delila.

"But we were wondering if you'd take a picture of us?" Derrek finished.

"Of course," he agreed, turning around to the couple. "I apologize, one moment please."

They nodded in agreement and Derrek grabbed the camera, handing it to the Sherpa.

"Drew, Doyle!" Delila yelled. "Get over here!"

"Ok!" Drew replied, and they stopped running and headed over.

"Come on," said Derrek, kneeling down meeting their eye level. "That nice man's gonna take a picture of us."

The Sherpa took the picture, the flash lighting up the snow flakes around them like fireflies. He took the picture and flicked his bony wrist a few times, and the blackened picture became clear.

"Thanks," said Derrek, taking the photo and camera back from him.

"I wish you good luck on your journey," he replied, heading back to his small group and then heading further up the mountain.

"We should probably pack up camp and head up soon," Derrek suggested.

"Yeah," Delila agreed, looking around. "It's snowing harder than before..."

"And this isn't the best place to be during a storm," he added. "I bet the sherpa was headed to Camp 3. We passed Camp 2 on the way here, so it should be close."

"Right. Drew! Doyle!" Delila yelled. "We're heading up, help us get everything packed!"

"Ok!" they yelled.

"Are we gonna reach the top?" Drew asked.

"I think you and your brother are a little too young for that-"

"But Dad!"

"You didn't let me finish," he laughed. "I think you're a little too young for that right now. Next time we come back, when you're both a bit older, then we'll go to the top."

"Really?" she gasped.

"Yes, but only if you're up for the challenge," he reminded her. "It's not a very easy trip."

"But we already made it here, didn't we?"

"You're right," he said. "But we're not here for that this time."

"Fine... But next time, you promise, right?"

"I promise," said Derrek. "Now go help Doyle and your Mother pack up."

"Where are you going?" the Xing-Xing asked, turning his attention away from the television as the Yeti grabbed a large tan bag.

"You remembered to use the language of the humans... I'm impressed."

"Do not avoid the question. Where are you going?"

"You know perfectly well," he said, walking towards the curtain covering the opening to the cave.

"If you keep attacking the humans, they will come after you, and they will find you."

"You seem to not know me as well as I assumed you did, my dear Xing-Xing. I'm deeply flattered how you worry, but fret not, I'm coming back... With rewards.

"You are foolish," he muttered.

"Not as foolish as one might think," he smirked.

"You will see once you are captured."

"Oh, but I've already taken care of that."

"What do you mean?" the Xing-Xing asked, but the Yeti already left the cave as the curtain flapped back into place.

The yeti trudged through the snow with the light sack dragging behind him. An eerie smile creeped it's way onto his pale face as he watched the family begin to pack up their camp. He had found his next target.