<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">The cold and dampness filters through her slight frame "focus on this feeling, this is what you will feel when the mist calls to you, warning you of intruders" the old voice says his icy eyes burring into Davia. The sweat slid down her skin in large droplets. "Can you feel it Davia" she nods feeling the sickening cold and swirl of the mist that trickles her skin. her breathing heavy as she knew what came next. "Whenever a human enters through this portal you are to take there life, because if they leave with tales of our home they will bring more. And they destroy all we hold dear just like last time. They are the reason your brother and sister's are no longer here with us now" he said the words cutting into her. She had not cried one tear at the sight of there bloody and mangled body, she would not dishonor them that way. "When they come from the portal they are weak for a mere moment you must use that to your advantage and strike them down quickly. Do you understand Davia?" she nodded in reply swallowing the ever growing lump in her throat. Her hands gripped the large sword in her hand her eyes searching for what came next. An old man feel through the portal the white hair a show of his many years, surely he couldn't be of danger to them. She had paused for a moment, her teacher saw this and yelled "Strike now while he is weak, do not the deaths of your family be in vain". With that Davia swallowed everything she felt and locked away deep within herself.<br/><br/>As the man and  her clashed eyes the sword buried itself within his neck. His body landing on the floor the blood seeping into the cave floor. "It is done, you are now the Dragon of the Mist. You will not be like your kin, the cold will not harm you. And you will lead and guard this portal with your life. This is your duty Davia" the old man says showing a piece of affection his hand gently patting her shoulder. </span></div>