All I remember waking up that morning is that something didn't feel quite right. I got up and searched the house. Nothing wrong. Should I really call it a house? It was more like a treehouse. Well, it was a treehouse. Though, I have to admit, I was close enough to it to call it home.

I searched the mines. Nothing wrong there, either. I looked around for hours until the sun came up and shone on the waters of the Whisper Falls. There was nothing wrong, and still the feeling of unease and excitement only grew.

I went back inside and changed into my winter clothes, which consisted of gray, insulated jumpsuit leggings, a similar top, and a fur coat with my bow on my back and my sword at my side. I put my utility belt on and tied my long black hair up in a braid. I climbed down multiple ladders and bridges to flat ground, and I began to walk towards the falls.

I lived in an isolated area, days from civilization. I live on the planet-moon Faorrest. My home is hidden behind the Whisper Falls, one of the most beautiful yet unknown places in Faorrest. Behind the falls is a tall and large cave, with grass and a spring. Strangest of all, a large tree of unknown type grows in the smack-dab center of the cave. And on that tree, my house is perched.

I've been stranded here since my shipped crashed here and I was the only one that survived. I was only 13 at the time, but that was 19 years ago.

Now I spend my days hunting, gathering, and exploring in the vast forests of the Whisper region (a 6,000 square mile area that is bordered by the Whisper River).

I stuck my hands in the water of the falls, groping for a waterproof ribbon. I finally found it and grasped one in each hand, pulling them apart. The water opened into a passageway like a curtain around me. I stepped through and the water closed behind me.

I walked through and the intense cold hit me. The snowflakes danced around me and fell to the ground in sparkly white mounds. I smiled and felt like falling in it and rolling around, besides, the cold never bothered me. I heard a faraway crash, and just assumed a tree had fallen down.

The feeling was exploding in me now, and I tried to ignore it. And then I heard whispers.

The falls were talking to me.

Whisper region isn't just beautiful. It is magical. Legend has it that those who are patient and quiet enough can hear the falls whisper them glimpses into the future.

I leaned closer to the falls, mist cooling my face.

I heard many voices. One was female, and sounded tough. One was that of a man, who was singing and sounding childish. Two more tough male voices, one sounding deeper, and one sounding slightly frantic. And then a voice that I couldn't figure out. It sounded male, but it was softer and calmer and younger than the others. The voice muttered, "I am…". The rest was inaudible.

I wondered what this could possibly mean. Does it have something to do with the feeling? Who are they? I am… what? What could he or she be? And why in flark does it even matter?

I unconsciously walked towards Whisper Lake, which was frozen over. It was so cold this year that the ice went down into the lake almost 10 feet. You could put a few thousand pounds on one spot with little breakage. I kicked my special snow boots, triggering the blades to pop out of the bottom. I stood on the frozen lake and began to skate. I was just freestyle skating at first, trying not to get knocked off balance by the feeling. I slid and glided, spinning and turning. I hummed a tune and the feeling grew. I heard a noise in the trees to my right and slowed down. I stared at where the noise had come from, getting closer and closer to the edge of the woods. The feeling stopped. Then I heard a roar and a crash come from behind me. A giant Snow Beast crashed onto the lake, barreling towards me, its red eyes rooting me to the spot.

"Look out!" I heard someone yell. I saw a man run towards me. He was wearing a metal mask, and held what looked like some sort of elemental gun in his hands. He pushed me out of the way, and I skid across the ice into a snowbank. I turned back to where he stood. He shot at the beast, but it lunged at him and swiped, sending him sprawling several yards into snow not too far away from me. Then I saw them.

Four humanoid figures of various sizes burst out of the forest onto the lake, shooting at the beast with guns and blasters and explosives. But one of them was not attacking the Snow Beast. A green female figure with black hair and was about my age looked at me, to the man, and then back at me. I knew what she needed me to do so I nodded and she nodded back as if saying We'll handle this beast. You go help him.

I ran to him, trying hard to not trip in the deep snow. I knelt down and took his mask off. He had multiple scratches on his face and a deep gash that was bleeding from when the Snow Beast had swiped him. I quickly bandaged him, trying to slow the bleeding. He was unconscious, and all I could hear in the background were roars, yells, and the sound of guns firing and small explosions. When I had finished, I noticed his blue lips. No duh, Heather! I thought. He'll die from the cold than from his wounds!

I took my fur coat off and wrapped him in it. I picked him up and groaned. He was heavy, but not heavy enough to the point where I couldn't carry him. I took him to the edge of the forest, where he was sheltered from the snow but I could still see him from Whisper Lake. As soon as I made sure he was secure I ran back to help who I assumed were his friends.

All hell had broken loose. The green-skinned girl that I had seen earlier was slicing at the Snow Beast with her sword, getting but a few good hits. A muscular man with red markings on his skin also had a knife, and was doing just as little damage as the girl.

And, of course, that wasn't the least of it…

What looked like an Earth raccoon was standing on its hind legs, shooting the beast and throwing explosives at it. On it's shoulder was a small creature that looked like a humanoid tree type species. The sight of such an innocent looking thing perched atop an obviously aggressive creature made me want to laugh.

But that didn't matter. These… people obviously hadn't ever fought a Snow Beast before because they were doing pretty flarking awful. And they kept losing their balance on the ice.

"Do I have to do everything myself?" I muttered, drawing my sword from its scabbard. I walked towards it and yelled out "Hey Ugly!"

They stopped shooting and slicing at it, diverting its attention to me.

The Snow Beast turned to look at me, then its eyes locked on my sword.

"Hey!" I yelled, turning the blade in the sunlight. "You like it? Good. 'Cause it'll be the last thing you ever see!"

It pawed at the ice and roared angrily.

"Oh, you wanna go? That's fine. 1 on 1. I'll just kill you like every other frikin' Snow Beast in the entire flarking region."

It roared out once more and barreled at me at full speed, its horns pointed at me.

I stood my ground and grabbed my bow. I pulled back the string and let the arrow fly. It hit the Snow Beast square between the eyes. It roared in surprise but didn't stop running towards me.

This is my chance… The final blow.

I ran at it this time too, and time seemed to slow as I grabbed it by the horn, swinging onto its back. I leapt in the air, my sword pointed down towards the top of its head. I landed, my sword going deep into the beast's scalp, piercing its skull. It dropped on its knees as I jumped off it.

"Goodnight, you beast." I muttered. I couldn't help but feel sorry for it. That's why I had all of my arrows tipped with a special anti-pain poison. Makes it less painful for my game, and helps me feel like I'm not some merciless killer…

It slumped its head and moved no more. I sighed, taking deep breaths.

I glanced at, uh, them (not trying to be rude, I didn't know who and what they were at the time). They were just staring at me, obviously impressed. I motioned for them to come towards me, and the green female as well as the male with the strange red markings approached me.

"Hello, I am Ga…"

"Listen," I said, sorry for cutting her off. "... I'd love to chat, but your unconscious friend over there…" I pointed to the man at the edge of the forest, "... is most likely in a lot of pain and freezing cold. So please just do all of us a favor and get him over here so I can help him."

They both nodded and ran towards the edge of the forest.

I turned to see that the, ummm... The racoon guy (I decided it was most likely a male) was examining the Snow Beast's body, his cute little tree friend at his side. I observed them, watching and paying close attention to what he was doing. The tree-creature saw me looking at them, and waved his arm. I blushed and did a small wave back, but the raccoon hadn't noticed.

I turned and saw the green girl and the man helping the other man towards me, and I was glad to see that he was awake and was at least able to limp.

They set him down in front of me, and I examined him. I kneeled down, beginning to take his bandages.

"What's your name?" I asked calmly.

"St-Starlord." He said, shivering and wincing in pain.

"Ok, so you're telling me that your parents named you Starlord? Interesting."

"N-no. Its Peter. Peter Quill… Starlord's my nickname…"

"Well then, Starlord, looks like your wounds…"

I was cut off by a sickening crack! Sound.

All of us jerked our heads to the racoon, who muttered "Aw, flark." as the ice around him and the Snow Beast cracked.

Gods, no. Please, no. Of all the times. Of all the places. Oh gods please not now, not now…

I ran at him, my arm outstretched. "Hold on!"

We met eyes and we both knew that I wasn't going to be able to grab him in time.

The ice broke. He went under.