Thousands of years ago, a spirit roamed the North. It was a kind spirit, one that brought the snow. One that created the racing lights that steaked the starry sky with a beautifull ribbon of light that everyone loved to see. It was the Spirit of the Tundra, guardian of it as well. Anything that dared to threaten the frozen sanctuary, would fell the cold wrath of it.

But then one day, something happened. The Spirit grew inragged, and destructive. With a powerful blast of its cold roar it began to destroy the land it was suppose to protect. The land was suffering terribly, the weather became violent and the many others that lived there needed safety.

With a slam of the door, he let himself in. A large pointed hat sat upon his head. In his gloved hands, an ice crystaled staff was cleched tightly, the clear orb that was on the tip glowed a bit.He panted heavily, and tugged on his white cape from the door. Underneath his hat was a brown fuzzy face, typical for an Ice Mage.

Taelia...," he grunted. The ice faerie had her back towards him, though she knew of his presence.

...I know...," she sighed.

***

A wolf raced in the snow, spreading it in his tracks. Then suddenly he stopped, making himself slide in the slippery white. He laughed heartfully, obviously having his usual supply of fun.

Markyomi got up, and looked where he was right now. The snow wonderland he called home. He usually got out on his own to frolic a bit, and explore. He was like this most of the time.

He shook himself of the snow that started to chill him when a sudden gust of wind nearly knocked him over.

Huh?" Markyomi said quietly. He looked up at the sky, the falling snowflakes twirling in the sudden wind that took place. "I didnt feel any wind earlier..."

Markyomi started to go back, he had a feeling something was wrong. This wasnt the only time this happened. For awhile now there were sudden gusts of great force, blizzards that came unexpectantly, and sometimes, even the snow stopped falling! He didnt want to get caught in an unexpeted blizzard, so he had to go back.

He stopped in his tracks when he spotted a figure in the distance. It walked, it seemed, with two legs. He couldnt see what his face was like because it was overshadowed by its huge, pointed hat that wavered a bit in the wind. A cape billowed behind it, a staff in its hands.

Markyomi perked his head in confusion. He never seen anyone like this. The figure looked up and spotted Markyomi. They stared at each other for a moment. The figure suddenly pointed its staff at him, Markyomi flinched in surprise, a sudden another wind current blew thier way. They figure held on to its hat and was knocked over, Markyomi had to grate his claws into any ice that was beneath him to stay up. The current stopped, the figure was still in the snow. Markyomi stood still for a moment, unsure of what to do.

With a hesitant start, he slowly walked over towards it. He stopped, the figure hadnt moved. Then with a small twitch it got up. Markyomi backed up a bit, who was this person?

...Geh...," he said. Markyomi continued to look at it.

He wiped his eyes from the snow that got into his eyes and opened them to see the wolf.

...You...Markyomi," he said wearily. Markyomi flinched. He knew his name? He had never seen this being before.

How, do you know my name?"

I...I came came here for you," he said.

Markyomi nearly lost his balance when he heard this.

Wha?! For me?! For what?"

Taelia wants you, that's all I know. And-," he pointed his staff towards the right. The wind seemed to wrap itself in a current. He moved his staff, and the wind followed untill he reliquished it by placing the staff's bottom onto the ground, the wind settled into its usual pattern. His white cloak still flowing in the strong wind

-If you dont comply, I'll have to force you to come." Markyomi held back, speechless of the power this person had. He nodded reluctantly. He had no chance against him.

Good, now come. Taelia cant be kept waiting for to long." He turned around and started to walk. Markyomi stood for a moment, maybe he should just run. He wouldnt see him... Suddenly he felt a nug on the back. He turned around to see that the wind seemed to be following him. He turned around, the being had stopped with a small smile on his face.

I wouldnt try to run," he aknowledged. Markyomi nodded and followed.

***

Markyomi clambered onto the tip of a moutain they had to climb. The being stood a few feet away from the ledge, his back facing Markyomi. Markyomi snorted, he had no trouble getting up to the mountain thanks to that staff he held. All he had to do was let the wind carry him.

We're here..." he said. Markyomi got up on his legs and looked to what appeared to be a small hut. The roof was made of a strong bark like tile, white snow covered it's top. The main body of it was made of hewn stone.

Come, Taelia is waiting..." he walked up to the door, Markyomi was close behind him. He opened it, the strong winds of outside raced inwards, they entered and shut the door tight, only a few snowflakes escaped inside before quickly melting away from the heat of the fire.

Taelia looked at Markyomi. Markyomi squirmed a bit from the pressure he was starting to feel just by her watch. He could tell this...snow faerie was powerful.

Taelia," announced the being.

Zaren," Taelia replied.

I bring you the wolf, Markyomi, just as you requested."

Indeed, thankyou. I knew an Ice Mage such as yourself had no problem completeting this task-,"

Hold on!" Markyomi interrupted. Zaren and Taelia flinched in surprise at the sudden outburst. "What's...going on?! Why did you need me?!" Markyomi nearly shook with these burning questions buzzing around in his head. He was suddenly brought..., no, forced here.

Markyomi...," Taelia replied solemly. Zaren seemed to tighten up. "I have sent Zaren to bring you here...so that...you may except your destiny..."

Huh? Destiny?" Markyomi questioned.

The winds and weather of the Arctic...they are odd aren't they?" Markyomi frowned, but nodded. "This is because of the...Spirit of the Arctic."

Spirit...of the Arctic?"

It is the Spirit that does everything here. Brings the snow, the North winds, the aura that stretches across the sky, everything. It also protects this land-,"

Yes, but what does this have to do with me?"

Well...-," she stayed silent for a moment as if she didnt want to say what was going to happen. She looked up,"You are the destined one to hold the Spirit of the Arctic..."

Markyomi grew rigid and stiff. His eyes seemed to pop out. Hold the Spirit? There was still questions lingering in his skull.

But...why?!" he nearly squeaked. "If it brings the winds and snow-,"

That was before." Taelia moved started to move around, her hands behind her back, her face facing the floor. She was trying to explain the best she could...

You see...the Spirit somehow went berserk. It went absolutley out of control! It became enragged and started to plaque the land, making the winds blow at unbearable speeds, creating blizzards that can blow a moutain from it's roots, sometimes leaving the balance of usual snow to almost no snow-, it's destroying this sanctuary it was suppose to protect!" Her face was screwed in her growing anger and sadness. She turned to Markyomi.

It's...up to you now, to become...the new Spirit of the Artic, and hold that other."

Markyomi was becoming even more surprised by the moment. He?! He become the new Spirit of the Arctic?! What if he didnt want to become the new Spirit of the Arctic?! What if he cant handle it?! Will the land be destroyed still because he didnt know how to do everything?!

I know...what you're thinking, but, it is your destiny. Destiny had chosen you for this role...Im...sorry." Markyomi looked down, speechless, and uncertain what to do. Even if he didnt want this role, he would have to accept it...

They had set off a few minutes before.

Markyomi stood at the foot of what looked like to be a deserted Tundra. There was an enormous forest of pine trees that covered most of the land. There were ledges of frozen rock that jutted out of the forest to, in the background, there were moutains that made it's Northern Border.

It's towards thoose mountains," Taelia mumbeled. Zaren walked in front of them, and looked at the forest. Markyomi could somehow feel he was doing something.

Is it...present?" Taelia asked. Zaren turned and nodded.

The Spirit is here." Taelia clutched her hands into fists.

This'll make everything harder."

Harder? To what?" Markyomi asked, a quiver was present in his voice.

You'll see when we get there." Taelia walked ahead of them in the front. "We must all stick together, and get to our destination. The Spirit is dangerous and mysterious, I dont know what it's going to do. Zaren, protect Markyomi's from the back." Zaren nodded. There was a moment of silence.

...Let's...go."