Vex struggled to put one foot in front of the other up the mountain. He was wading through the snow, feet soaked, the wind lashing him a thousand times over to strip him of his cloak. Furious anger writhed inside him like a rabid animal, keeping him going. He didn't care that a snowstorm was starting, he had started up this terrible mountain, and he was going to make it. The cold was biting, just like every day, but the wind made it worse. Vex was sure if he cried, it would freeze once it fell. The few snowflakes that whipped with the wind caught on Vex's face. Thunder rumbled through the darkening clouds and Vex plowed faster, his head reeling.
Once he got to the top, he could finally think. It had really begun to snow now, and it reminded him of the good days when he was in charge of this stupid realm. Had it really been over 60 years since he met the Ice Emperor, or whatever his real name was supposed to be. It was Zavier or something. Or Zahir... Vex sat for a weirdly long time searching for the right name. He gave up eventually. He was feeling light-headed. Looking down off the steep mountain made him dizzy. But look he did. He wondered where the Formling camp was, those group of pansies. Thinking of them again stirred up the hate inside him again and he put his hands to his head. He had had his revenge, but it didn't last! Stupid ninja had to come and mess everything up! His idea had been genius, and the years of skillfully keeping up the act had been wasted. No one had recognized him for the leader he was, he had just screwed everything up! Everything he did turned out to be a failure, he was a failure!
Vex boiled in freezing temperatures for a few minutes. When the thoughts slowed, he tried to think of something else. Like, how to get out of this mess. He was done with his banishment. He was not going to wander anymore. Of that he was sure. Where would he go? Not into the Formling camp, no, not anywhere in the Neverrealm at all. He stood up suddenly. He had had enough of this stupid realm. He had at least 80 more years of his life, and he wasn't going to waste them in this hell hole. He was going to find the Travelers Tree.
He stepped outside the cave he had been lurking in, and immediately saw the white tree. That was easy.
What was the realm the ninja were from called again? Ninblago? An evil smile spread across Vex's face.