The Traveler's Visitorsby
The chips of spun sugar and diamond continued to float down across the barren landscape, making deep drifts of fallen stars. The frigid flakes had been falling for several hours, though their numbers had been decreasing steadily for some time. The sun in the northern sky could be seen nearing the horizon through what was left of the gray clouds. Night was approaching, and little stirred across the barren expanse of snow, save for a lone figure trudging its way determinedly over the unmarked landscape of white.
Covered by a black cloak from head to toe, little could be told about the intruder in this serene scene. They were armed with a dar