The mountains stood before you in all their glory, beautiful and cold. You'd heard the stories, read them in books of myth, but there they were, standing tall. You'd wondered if he actually existed. You hoped, beginning your search through the mountainous range in awe and anxiety.

Behind you, there was a shadow following you closely. You could feel it down your spine, there was a presence. In panic, you whipped around, only to see nothing. Strange. Cautiously writing it off as your mind playing tricks on you, you turned back towards the path. But your body ended up smacking into the chest of a man that wasn't there before.

He was tall, impossibly so. His muscles rippled under taut skin, his eyes dark as night, his skin adorned with red tattoos, his brows furrowed thickly as he gazed down upon you with a burning glare. His hair flowed down his back, and eyes began to glow a soft gold, his voice rich with suspicion and the air of wilderness.

“This isn't something I planned for...Who are you?” His voice was soft but demanding.