The crisp mountain air in the secluded realm of Frostwood carried with it the delicate whispers of elemental magic. Grey, a solitary figure with a stoic presence, sat beneath the ancient evergreen tree, His black hair billowed gracefully in the wind's gentle embrace. His golden eyes fixed upon the serene lake that mirrored the grandeur of the snowy peaks surrounding it.
The world seemed to hush in reverence to the tranquil scene as Grey contemplated the interplay of elements that shaped his surroundings. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, carrying traces of rain that hung in the air, and the distant hum of astrum resonated in the silence.
Lost in his contemplation, Grey's serene moment was shattered by a distant voice that cut through the stillness. "Grey, it's time for your lesson."
The voice, carried by the very wind itself, reached him from afar. Grey's expression remained unchanged, but a flicker of acknowledgment gleamed in his eyes. "I am coming, just a few seconds," he responded, his deep voice carrying a quiet confidence.
Turning away from the mesmerizing sight of the lake, Grey rose from his seated position, his tall form casting a fleeting shadow on the snow-kissed ground. With purposeful strides, he made his way toward a hidden dwelling nestled behind a cluster of trees.
As Grey approached the rustic house, the echoes of frost mingled with the call of destiny.