The snow fell softly to the ground. The night was deep-the wind had a ghostly chill to it. It was on this dark December night that our story started.
A young woman, tall and proud, two gleaming swords strapped to her waist, walked through the snow as if she didn’t feel the stinging cold. She was wrapped in a cloak with leaf patterns and a maple leaf clasp. She swept her hair to the side and tied it into a ponytail that reached her waist.
As the wind made her garments billow about her body, it stirred up little white sparkling whirlwinds of snow. She looked around again; This time she spotted her destination. Her slanted eyes narrowed as she enhanced her vision. Aphra’s thick eyelashes were crusted over with a small layer of glittering snow.
Her boots made a crunching sound as she walked gracefully over the snow. Aphra walked on the surface of the snow instead of sinking into it. She strode powerfully towards the concealed dojo amidst the blizzard.