It's cold. It's dark. This small town of Gengrich. It all happened because of him. Because of the frost king himself. His rule needs to end. And I'm putting a stop to it. I'm able enough to handle his grunts. He doesn't know this because he never saw me in action during the Great Sun wars of 3014CR. CR means Christ Returns. But I don't believe in that. My name is Lis Longstrom from a powerful family of African American decent now known are the African Decent. My family knows nothing of my plan. I will do this alone. Because I can, no one will be involved except the king and his grunts and advisors. They better ready up for a war, I'm bound to tear them down. I walk out into the crisp, cold, night air. Was never like this, until the king came. My backpack is full of food, I've hidden small weapons in every inch of clothing. I put my face mask up and walks out into the darkness unknown.
The wind is fierce, the snow is deep. I'm waist deep in it. Doesn't bother me at all, I'm use to it. From my house to the objective takes me about 10 minutes to get there, 30 if I run into trouble. Frost Wolves hunt on these ground, dangerous? Yes, but its a short cut. I check my equipment, making sure nothing fell off, everything is there, good. I unsheathe my knife from below my double belted waist band, something or someone is stalking me, not a good sign. Growling coming my left, low whines of commands coming from my right. I slip out a small python with my left hand, my right holds the knife dipped in poison. I'm ready for what's coming.