The terrain began to break apart from beneath him as he ran down the mountain.  Rock split above his head and shards began to fall down the hillsides and into dark caverns.  On the other side of the mountain, a pit had been forced open from the rock, descending down so deep and dark that no bottom could be seen.  Slowly ascending from this pit was a woman-like creature, pale as the snow-capped peaks around her, sharp black streaks crossing her face and lips, eyes an alien shade of blue, white hair to her waist, and barely clad in white leather.  Compressed bundles of wrought iron crossed her shoulders and hung from her hips.  Snow lightly falling from the sky melted several feet above her bare skin and the droplets evaporated away as soon as they made contact.  

She looked slowly about her, over the mountain and towards the distant horizon.  The grey clouds billowing around the mountain blocked the lands below from her view.  Everything she could see was grey, cold, rocky, and, she noticed very quickly, devoid of any creatures that might hold her precious light.  To her knowledge, the light had never been bestowed to a rock.

But all she had to do was follow the scent of it.  When she took a breath of this earthly air, at first there was no trace of it.  The wind could have blown the scent this way and that.  But, taking another breath, it was definitely there.  The scent of the light lingered on the tongue, sweet and clear.  She was in the right place, certainly.  She took a few steps to the west - every step she took melted the ice in the ground, scorched the dirt, and left singed footprints - and it became stronger, just by a whisper.  That was all she needed.  She began to walk west, looking closely and carefully everywhere in her sight for any movement.  She was in the right place after all.  

( [@NecroKnight] )