Fernek felt cold… his whole body frigid as solid ice. His hands weren’t able to move since the avalanche. His eyes were covered in snow, forming tiny icicles on his eyelashes. He breathed heavily, lying on his solid back. He panted and panted, feeling the surge of pain because of the extreme weather. His hands couldn’t move. He felt a sudden of impact of sorrow. He dared not to think what happened to the hands as he dug non-stop out of the mountain with his daggers.

He bit his gloves, pulling them off. His right hand was as blue as a clear blue sky. He knew what had happened to it. It was Frokkkefenis. Frokkkefenis is when your body had become so cold that you can’t move properly. This can also happen to only a particular part, which is what happened to poor Fernek. He thought, if his left hand had the same results, his career will be over and his life will never be the same. So he gnawed off his other glove, seeing his left hand was starting to have Frokkkefenis. If he could just find a doctor in time, his life can still live on, only not having his right hand. Fernek looked around, seeing if anyone was still pursuing him. The coast was clear he struggled forward to find a doctor, daring not talk loud as he was surrounded by peaks of great mountains.

It was days before Fernek couldn’t take it anymore. He had survived for a long time but he had to stop. He fainted into a deep slumber. He dreamed a good dream. Happiness was everywhere, no war, no fighting and especially no death. Heroes stood in the gleaming light, being praised by many people. Suddenly, the leader of the hero’s had a toy in her hands. She was aiming at Fernek. She threw far, the toy going directly at Fernek. Fernek, in the situation tried to run but he couldn’t move an inch. He woke up, finding a wooden toy ball going smack ingot his face. He went back into…a pillow? He rubbed his eyes, looking around, seeing he was in a small wooden cottage. It was warm and his hand was bounded into strips of linens. His right hand was gone. He had been here for a while; his wrist’s joint to the hand had been healed. Replaced was skin, over his handless wrist. He felt relieved. He must have been found by a doctor. He looked at his left hand; it was neatly wrapped with cloth linen. He peeled it off, to see a normal hand, not a frozen blue one. He sighed; he had survived the last of it.

There was a little boy picking up the wooden ball that had struck him. The boy shrieked, he saw a slight face of anger from Fernek, but the boy had suddenly changed from a horrified face to a grim smile. There was a shadow of things Fernek could not bare to look at. It was a djinni, a shape-shifter. From a shrieked child, the demon turned into a woman, young and showing exalting amount of beauty. She looked as a doctor, with a pursed lip and her white gown. All the utensils of a doctor was on her pocket.

Her mouth open, showing milk-white teeth as she spoke, “Hmm, it looks like you’re up and about. The ball was to get you up and the child was a surprise. I have taken all the weapons off of you, unless of course you have some ‘hidden’. An assassin, hmm? Well, you don’t look like you’re in much of “assassinating” after you’ve lost your left hand. Your right is still fragile so…” The djinni was cut off short. Fernek may have wanted peace after what has occurred but he held no patience. This…creature was unknown to him. He had to find out more. So, he slipped his daggers out of his shoes, putting on in his right hand and the other in his mouth, and ran straight behind the demon with a professional stance behind the creature. There was a surge pain running through his veins in his right arm, it was not fully recovered as the djinni had said, but the sudden surge was enough for the demon to react. It quickly changed into a challenging foe, a white leopard. The tiger sneered, “Here, in mountains, it will be quite a challenge for you to catch me, as a leopard I am quite a formidable opponent” The cat pounced at the cottage door, laying it out flat. Fernek chased the snowy cat, into the coldness of the mountains. The leopard looked back, screeching with laughter, “Ha hoot ha ha, Look at you, want to play some tag thee assassin?” The dijinni changed and changed to fearsome and disgusting rotting foes, leaping from place to place. The frigid assassin ran as fast as he could to catch up with the laughing demon.

The dijinni stopped, looked and the panting assassin and spoke, “Hmmm, lets think about it, why don’t I give you a challenge, hmm? I turn into something which would be a tough opponent and if you are to defeat me in that form, which I doubt, I will do whatever you are trying to do to me, or maybe ask, well, whatever! Here we go!” The creature formed in to a huge giant, probably a Mountain Giant. Mountain Giants were immense, ferocious opponents. They are larger then many buildings, even great ones like the Hall of Gods. Unfortunately, they are known to have an exceptionally low intelligence. Like many other Giants, Forest Giants and Demon Giants, Mountain Giants had the same stupidity. But then, this is a Mountain Giant, with snow covered all over it, was hard to even see it. Unfortunate for Fernek, he was fighting a cunning shape-shifter in a form of a Mountain Giant. There was an immense shifting near Fernek on his left side where a Giant had emerged out, and a sound of tumbling snow came out. Like a person in a grave, rising from the dead, except it’s a demon in a form of a Giant coming out with snow covered on bits of its body there and there. Fernek looked up at the awesome sight of the Mountain Giant. These creatures were basically extinct but a dijini can easily this form. Fernek was not in a mood to be a coward. He screamed at the enormous foe,

“I DO NOT FEAR YOU, DEMON!”

As quiet as an average voice of a human voice can be, even in the shape-shifter’s form, the loud scream was able to reach the Giant. The dijinni raised its huge hand, and attempted to demolish Fernek with it. The demon missed. Fernek had eyes full of rage, completely-red, with a snake curled around a dagger as his dark pupil. The Mountain Giant shuddered, and changed into another form, back to a leopard. It leaped at Fernek, but saw what he had saw in a Mountain Giant’s form, the ferocious eyes. The leopard ran to a corner betwixt two mountains, and covered it’d head with its paws. Fernek fainted, he was not completely healed and he was restless from the chase. The dijini‘s cat-yellow eyes looked at the fainted figure of Fernek. It sighed, relieved that the berserk assassin had fainted. Fernek looked at the blurred image of a nurse, remembering it was the same dijinni coming to his aid.

Two weeks later…

Fernek came around, seeing a half-cat, half-human figure sitting on a chair in front of him. The demon saw Fernek awaking, remembering the image of his berserk rage and his change of his eyes. It fell of its chair, stumbling into the wall, covering its face,

“Don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me! I saved your life, sir! Please don’t kill me Prince Kenref! Oh…” The demon slumped over, with its eyes open, looking as if it had been shocked to death by the awaking of Fernek. Fernek dropped out of his bed, crawling to the stricken dijinni. He shook him, yelling in its face, anxiously, “Who is this Prince Kenref? Who are you!? How far am I from the base of the Elementalist Rintaew?”

The demon woke up, relieved again he wasn’t berserk. It looked at him, full with a puzzled face. It started muttering to itself. It asked a whole array of questions, to solve the jigsaw of information.

“Do you not or do know the mighty assassin Prince Kenref? Are you any relation to him? Who were your mother and your father?”

Fernek answered promptly, “Yes I do remember now…I do know him…but he is no relation to me at all. My mother and father were poor farmers that were killed by the Great Plague even before I know them. I just know my full name is Fernek Ama Karden.

Who are you? What relation are you to Prince Kernef?”

The demon sat, not moving inch. It though, and thought, about all its memories about the infamous Prince Kernef.

“I remember everything now. Yes, those bitter and sweet memories. Prince Kernef, well, he can summon us, djinni. He summoned many of us. But his requests were harsh and difficult. They were merely impossible. All lot of us, who failed him, was tortured to death. And not quickly, but slowly, and painfully. He makes us suffer, he laughs and our agonized screams of pain. We rather die! After that, everyone tried to do his requests till death. Until there were only 13 of us. There were 546 of us. In just two months! Two Months! We decided that he was only able to torture us spirits, but not protect himself when it comes to a fight to us. So we attacked his place, easily killed the guards, and went into his room. We were wrong. The moment we stepped in, I was the only one left standing. The others were banished from his room or had been killed to submission. He looked at me, with those berserk eyes you had when you attacked me. I was the weakest compare to the other 12. So when I saw them become destroyed, I knew he was going to kill me easily. But no, he walked past me. I fell to my knees and begged for forgiveness. But I knew he would soon torture me like the others. He said to me, “You attempted to kill me because what I had done to all those allies of yours? You were all weak. The strongest of you beings died doing a request for me but at least it had done it’s best to the end. So, I do not for forgive you. But instead, I shall free you from your bondage. Go now, before I change my plans for your life.” So I went, left the cruel master, and start a fresh start to the Other Place. Then I thought, after I long passing of the bitter memory, that Prince Kernef would be dead? No, what about his decedents? Yes, I must stop those children of his, before they start the torture of ‘us’ again. You might ask they are different but no, they will be ‘taught’ his arts. Then they will do the same as there ancestor Kernef had done. They will be forced to do so. So now I set out to find these people, his decedents. I have found information that his last one is called a dreaded name. He is a warlord now. His name is Maderung” Fernek grinned from ear to ear. He was getting closer to what he wanted and it looks like that everyone is trying to defeat this evil or get the reward for the capture of him…or even death. There was three knocks on the door. The dijinni changed its form into snow. The snow crawled through the door. The demon saw four beings. A ranger, with fur-lined leather amour with a purple mask, a Mesmer, with a long white and gold robe, like a wedding gown, and a necromancer with a pit black suit like bat wings, showing death all over him. They were fierce and young warriors. Also, a brown, huge cat looked towards the snow the sprit was in and growled.

It was found.