Prologue

Name: Hilda Pride

Age: 19

Nationality: American

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 115 lbs.

Skin Tone: Pale

Eyes: Grey

Hair: Shoulder length jet black

Piercings: Eyebrow, Ears

Tattoos: Spike band around her right bicep

Style: BMX

Hilda sighed on her position in her New York City Apartment. She had kept the sports magazine from ten years ago when she had participated in the SSX Tricky tour. She often wondered how the hell she had even gotten mixed up in that whole charade in the first place. Jesus, it wasn't like she was a people person. The whole vent was one circus show after another with no emphasis on talent. She didn't want to participate in the photo shoots or the interviews or the sponsors, all she wanted to do was board. To feel the brisk air hit her skin as she glided in the air, as if time has stopped itself.

She had kept the magazine because it was one of the only ones that featured her picture. Hilda had stepped away after only one tour, already tired of all the pettiness. There was so much drama that she felt as if she was a part of "Real World" rather than a snowboarding competition. She would often keep to herself, speaking few words if she did and choosing her allies wisely. If life had taught her anything up until that point, it was to trust not one.

Hilda looked in the mirror and knew physically she hadn't changed much. The tabloids had coined her "The Queen of Darkness" and Seeiah had dubbed her the "Marilyn Manson wannabe." She was ten years older so her wardrobe had just consisted of simple black and grey tops and jeans with her collection of combat boots and Doc Martins. She had also added a tattoo to her upper black of a fallen angel, though not thinking she had changed that much in appearance. The pale girl had never been able to gain much weight, thanking the weight she did gain gave her a nice figure, though certainly not Elise worthy.

She had a presence to her, a presence that even though she was so think kept most players from bothering her. It was really in her stare, the ability as if to see into someone's soul. She knew how to carry herself, shoulders back and her body always ready. She would not be stepped on or betrayed. It was only really Seeiah who dared to bother her and it never ended pretty.

Placing the magazine down on her coffee table, she wondered how it would be like this time around.