Just a few hours ago your village was happily celebrating, when suddenly one of those terrible ice-winxes had shown up. Someone from your village had clearly pissed one off, and for that offense it had killed everyone. As you run, your feet hit the forest floor with thumps too loud for your own ears, but the tell-tale chill on your back tells you that you aren't out of harms way yet.

"Running isn't a very smart decision." A voice as chilling as the air around you cuts the eerie silence. You skid to a stop and turn to see the ice winx, except...half of it's hair is red, like a fire sprite's. You want to ponder over it, but you have no time to do so. "You're not very smart, are you?" It asks, tilting it's head. Though it's words were meant to be demeaning, you're so full of fear that you don't dare refute.