The air is cold and filled with snow. It's hard to see anything thanks to the current blizzard. The ground is covered in a meter-thick blanket of snow and ice.
"It's so cold. I need to find shelter."
The air is empty of any noise other than the wind. The land is barren with no life in sight. That is, except for a young girl.
Her hair is long and a really light shade of blue, her eyes a beautiful gray colour. She's wearing a cloak made from fur and leather which is open, revealing her clothes. They are mostly leather but with the occasion fur lining and occasional metal.
"Is that a cave?" The girl asks herself, speeding up trying, to be fast but also still not fully sprinting to conserve energy.
As she arrives at the cave, she gathers some sticks found inside and makes a small fire to warm herself up, "It's not huge, but it'll definitely do."
As she gets warmer, she removes her cloak sitting by the fire, leaving her in her armor, keeping it in case of ambush. As she sits there, she gets what looks to be a journal out of her small backpack.
The first page is some torn drawings of herself, the second a diary entry and the third, an incomplete, hand-drawn world map.
"All right, I'll update this and then..."
As she starts to update the map, drawing on various caves and lakes, a goblin runs at her from the other end of the cave.
Without even thinking, a barrier emitted from her own body activates, the air around her turns to temperatures well below -1000ºc and the goblin almost instantly dies of hypothermia.
"I really should've turned that off, basic ice magic would've done the job," The girl goes back to the journal writing in how her day went. On the journal's cover, faintly carved letters in the leather casing spell out 'Cry'.
As the night goes on, Cry starts to feel tired and fatigued, wrapping her cloak around her, even pulling the hood up. She lays down next to the fire before drifting off into a deep sleep.