[u][h3][center]Ana of Auroris[/center][/h3][/u]
The village of Stagcross faded into the distance. Ana pulled her hood over her head in preparation for the blistering winds that would soon be upon them. Her magic flared, and she tamped it back down. [i]Not yet[/i], she reminded herself. As easy as it would be to use magic right now, she needed to save it. The mountains would be far more dangerous the higher they climbed. She couldn't risk reaching a burn out before making it to the tomb.

She glanced at the others. They all seemed to be faring well so far, though the only thing they'd accomplished was a brisk walk to the foot of the pass. Ahead of them, the mountains loomed with the King's Pass leading the charge. They would make it to the tomb, or they would die on that snow-capped peak.