Rain sprinkled down upon the Ice Moor. The weight of the moisture caused some autumn leaves to fall from the trees.

The Ice Moor was such named because, during the winter season, it would freeze over. The children in the village nearby loved to play on the frozen moor in the winter. And, here in the rain, it was close to freezing, even though it was only autumn.

Under a large tree, two figures huddled close to a fire they had built, sheltered from the rain by a small tent.

One of the figures, a girl, about the age of 15, sighed. She wore the clothes of a ranger, and her bow sat bow sat right beside her. She was also a beginner in the ways of elemental magic. She could shoot a very good fire arrow. Her shoulder length brown hair framed her face, until it disappeared under beneath her cap, which was slightly too large. The girl had a habit of pulling low, to just above her eyes.

“What’s wrong, Emily?” asked her companion, a boy about the same age, who was sitting across from her.

“I’m really starting to doubt this whole thing,” said Emily. “I must be early midnight now, and I don’t see anything. I told you, it’s just some silly story, Jeremiah.”

Jeremiah shrugged. “I think it’s true,” he said.

Emily just scowled, and stared at the fire, brown eyes reflecting the flame.

Jeremiah shook his head, and closed his blue eyes. He was also a ranger, and used a very small amount of Earth Magic. His jet-black hair peaked out form under his cap.

A few moments passed, and Emily spoke. “I think we should leave,” she said.

“Shh,” said Jeremiah. “I think I hear something.” And indeed there was something.

“Voices,” said Emily.

Jeremiah peeked around the tent. The rain had subsided.

“Are they known to be hostile?” asked Emily.

Jeremiah looked at her. “They’re raising demons, what do you think?” he hissed. Emily knocked an arrow to her bow and Joined Jeremiah.

Clouds moved away, revealing a bright, full moon. At first, looking toward the center of the moor, Jeremiah and Emily didn’t see anything. Then, many figures, robed in black, hoods concealing faces, entered their view.

“All right,” whispered Emily. “You win. They’re real.”