Frost Witch - Purpose - Chapter 2

The flames of the campfire flickered in the darkness, casting long, twisting shadows across the snow. The woman with silver hair, Alia, sat on a log beside the fire, gazing at the young boy named Adrian with an expression of quiet curiosity.

"Tell me, Adrian," she said, her voice low and soft. "What are the things that you remember?"

Adrian frowned, struggling to recall his past. His memories were hazy and fragmented, like a jumbled puzzle with missing pieces.

"I remember...bits and pieces," he said slowly. "I remember a house, a family. I remember playing in the woods and swimming in a river. But it's all so fuzzy, like a dream that I can't quite grasp."

Alia nodded, her eyes filled with sympathy. "I see," she said softly. "It must be difficult, not knowing who you are or where you come from."

Adrian shrugged, feeling a sense of frustration and helplessness. "I guess. But I can't dwell on the past. I need to focus on the future, on what I want to do with my life."

Alia smiled, sensing a spark of determination in the boy's words. "And what is it that you want to do, Adrian?"

Adrian hesitated, his mind racing with thoughts and possibilities. He had no idea what he was capable of, what his strengths and weaknesses were. But he knew that he wanted to make a difference, to have an impact on the world around him.

"I want to help people," he said finally, his voice firm and resolute. "I want to make a difference. Maybe I can become a healer, or a warrior, or a mage. I don't know yet. But I know that I want to be someone who can make a difference in the world."

Alia nodded, impressed by the boy's spirit and determination. "That's a noble goal, Adrian," she said. "And I have no doubt that you will achieve it, no matter what path you choose."

The fire crackled and popped, casting a warm glow across the snowy landscape. Adrian felt a sense of comfort and safety in Alia's presence, like a guiding light in the darkness of his uncertain future.

Alia reached over to the pot beside the fire and lifted a metal cup, pouring a steaming liquid inside of it. The aroma of the tea was earthy and sweet, a scent that made Adrian's mouth water. She handed the cup to Adrian, and he took it without thinking much and brought it to his lips, taking a sip.

The warmth of the liquid spread through his body, chasing away the chill that had settled in his bones. The taste was herbal and soothing, a balm to his soul.

"It's good," he said, looking up at Alia in surprise.

She smiled, her silver hair shimmering in the light of the fire. "I'm glad you like it," she said. "It's a tea I make from the wild flowers up in the mountains. It's good for the body and the spirit."

Adrian nodded, taking another sip of the tea. As he drank, he looked at Alia more closely. She was beautiful, with a quiet strength that radiated from her every movement. But there was something else about her, something mysterious and powerful.

"Who are you?" he asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.

Alia's smile widened, and she looked at Adrian with a twinkle in her eye. "I am a Frost Witch," she said. "A woman with the ability and talent of magical energy combined with frost, cold element."