The fire that warmed the camps in the tundra were small, merely enough to keep their human bodies from turning to ice. For Xaldin, they were enough to light a passion.

He had a sister, growing up, who was sweet and compassionate, but she went missing shortly after her ninth birthday. Xaldin searched for her day and night, brandishing his arrows, determined she had been taken by some monster.

To an extent, he was right. Xaldin discovered the cave of a creature so horrendous he couldn't look at it for too long. Its claws were twisted and its teeth were stained red. Its white coat of fur was mangled and rotting and underneath it all, it was starving.

Before he could kill the beast, it spoke to him with the dainty voice of his innocent sister. It told him of the wonders of the world underneath the snow and the starving creatures barely clinging to life. She'd left the world of humans to attempt to save the world of another.

Xaldin spared her and left the tundra.