Frostfire

[Miranda Frost]

Reality is different from how the mind believes it pictures it. It was the reason why this man threw himself from an over hanging platform into a wide lake of fire and magma hundreds of meters below. As the man fell, his body relaxed as if accepting what was to come. Regrettably, this would not come to fruition.

Pressure increased around the falling man's shoulders. Claws gripped onto his arms hoisting him up just before he took a dip of death. The man didn't flinch. To him an opportunity to repent was stolen from him, and now it seemed such a thing was lost forever. He was brought back up to the pier he had once stood upon just moments before. A man clad in an orange suit awaited him.

The beast dropped him off and flew off into the distance. November knew not what it was, not that he cared anyhow. He stood there, a gloved hand draped over the guard rail. He kept gazing down into the fiery pits below. He sighed and walked on, pushing passed the overly dressed man.

"We need you now more than ever November.... We are still too weak.", the man in Orange said, crossing his arms contently. "You will go with Blue to North Village. There you will convince a prospective member to lend us his strength. Refusal is not an option and i'm afraid.. Blue will not be able to handle it himself."

November stopped and turned, looking over the Mayor with a critical eye. He was sincere. The Mayor meant fully what he said. He could care less what the warrior did once their goal was achieved.

"Fine... I'll keep around until you are finished.. but only then."