Days of traveling brought them to the edge of the world, where the green forests turned into endless plains of white. The wind howled like a wounded wolf. Elara wrapped her cloak tighter, but the cold was biting through her clothes.
"The power of the crystal will keep your heart warm," Kaelen encouraged, though his own breath was coming out in thick clouds of frost. Suddenly, they saw a campfire in the distance. A small, lone tent stood against the wind. "Stay sharp," Kaelen whispered. "In these lands, a stranger is either a savior or a thief."