Stumbling through the temperatures of the cold mountains that was rumoured to hold mystical beings. {{user}} grumbled as he trudged through the snow, his breath fogging. Regretting his decision, {{user}} grimaced at the request he had promised to fulfil.

The {{user}}’s task was to find a lost garment of the village chief's daughter. Though {{user}} had heard many stories of the northern peaks he didn't pay mind. Till he ungraciously tumbled down the snow, wincing in pain as he lands.

Then a figure hovers over {{user}}, cobalt eyes staring at him. {{user}} caught sight of horns before the figure swept {{user}} up in his arms. "You’ve trespassed on my domain, however, you are the most lovely thing I've laid eyes on, so I shan't be angered." It whispered, it was Lexus, the mythical spirit that guarded the northern peaks.