Angela walked along the icy plateau, shivering from the icy cold wind beating at her frail, lithe body. She certainly was not dressed for the occasion, wearing only a red leotard and matching purple boots and gloves. Her mother Valda, the Queen of Reason, had just announced to her that she was planning an invasion of all the other lands and release the power of their Mana Stones to open a gate to the Mana Holyland. She said that Angela was to sacrifice her life when she unleashed the power of the Mana Stone of Water, which resided in the kingdom of Altena, as the only way to unleash the power was to sacrifice someone's life. Valda justified this by claiming that she is a shame of the royal family because Angela couldn't use magic, and that sacrificing your life for such a noble cause was a fitting demise. A mysterious force then teleported her away from the castle she resided in and she appeared outside the gates. When she saw she couldn't get back in, she began her trek from the castle she had lived all her life.

She had walked for about an hour and the cold had really set in. Her arms and legs were completely numb and had several cuts that been inflicted on her by the local monsters around Altena. She had beaten them off with her wooden cane that she had brought along, but she still sustained injuries. She eventually come to a crossroad of sorts. One way was North, from which she had just came. There were two paths to the East, but she could see that the upper path lead to a dead-end and that the lower path had enemies that would be too difficult for her to defeat. The path going South, however had no such enemies there, so for Angela, it was a no-brainer. She followed the path South and found herself on an ice bridge with water and icebergs to either side. The bridge was normally surrounded by land, but since this was in the middle of Summer, the slopes around it had melted, causing melted snow water to cover it.

'The drop must be at least 200 feet down!' she thought frantically. ' I'd better be careful here.' She eased her feet on to the bridge and slowly walked along the thin path. 'One wrong move and I'll fall in and certainly die on impact' Angela thought pessimistically. Eventually, she made it across. She hurriedly continued along the path, hoping to find shelter from the cold and a place to sleep.

Hours passed by, and no such shelter appeared. After a few minutes of walking quickly, she lost most of her strength, and slowed down. She could barely make small steps at this point. Angela was feeling very weary at this point, and collapsed on to the ground with exhaustion, her polished wooden cane falling next to her.


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