Heavy white flakes drifted across the mid winter wind, its crisp smell wafting around the air. Across the abonded tundra was nothing but, a desolate florescent white blanket. The wind howled casting an errie feeling about the area as the sun begin to set slowly casting shadows across the land. Great majestic mountains surrounded the plain, their sides exposed in great chunks, it looked like scars riddled across them. A few old trees sat on the mountain side but, other than this the mountains where sparse of most vegetations.

Only silence greeted, there was no sign of animals, or any life for that matter. This ancient plain had probably once been teeming with life but, something had happend here, long ago. The land seemed to whisper its secrets, wanting a listening ear to pay attention. Snow covered most of the scars but, not all of them, there had been a battle here a very long time ago. Even with great scratches carved into the land it still stood and, remained, proud.

The top and underlayers of snow had hardend over the cold night, making footsteps seem like avalanches in the silence, it was time to move on. The heavy flakes where becoming smaller and starting to pelt down, evidence of a blizzard brewing.

It had been many nights, since she set out on a journey. In no particular direction, it was just a faint tugging in the pit of her gut, that nagged her on. Cold iron and leather clad feet trudged along, keen eyes trying to seek shelter through the growing heavy white mist. The last rays of precious sunlight dissapeared among the snowy mountain tops, letting darkness cover the winter paradise.

She stopped bending over in the snow, reaching behind her back to graps a yew great bow. It took along time to build the strength to draw it and even longer to develop the skill to properly use it, endless hours of training on the golden fields. Gently she used nimble fingers to unstring her bow and wrap the strudy black string around her hand only to wad it up in her fur lined jacket, which snuggly rested over a black leather tunic with intrict designs. It was to perserve the string, her only one at the time, it would become brittle and snap after awhile of being exposed to extreme tempratures like now.

Black hair wrapped around her neck and draped down her shoulders like a great raven mane. They called her the blue traveler, mostly in reference to her eyes, that where bluer than the deep untamed oceans of the Northerner's. Such wild beauty beat free inside those orbs, they seemed to pierce right unto your soul with a single searing glance.

Those immortal eyes had witnessed a thousand battles and experienced many victories in their long years. She purely survived on one lesson, one motto, never trust anyone and never turn your back.

Authors Note: I'm aware there's probably grammer and spelling issues but, I did my best So I'm apologizing aheard of time. Now I'm not 100% if this will be become a story or not, it just depends on how many people like it and deem worth while to be one. So please review and let me know your thoughts! Please don't be to harsh on critizism!