wandering admist the snowy woods,was Andras,the town's greatest and strongest wizard. Andras floated a few inches off the ground,above the white blanket of snow,quietly appreciating the work of the winter fairies for their hard work of bringing the cold morning.

his crystal green eyes layed upon a figure roaming in the woods. Andras smiles calmly,not scared of anything,he moves towards the follow being. "Goodmorning,dear" he says calmly,his voice smoother than butter.