The Cold Mountains of Mariha were as suggested by their name, very cold. Extremely cold would be a better way to describe them. There were six mountains in total, five surrounding one gigantic one that towered above everything else, and by everything refers to all the mountains, volcanoes, hills and buildings that you would find on the planet Mistic Anino.

The tallest mountain was called Mariha, meaning the surrounding mountains were The Cold Mountains of Mariha. Those surrounding mountains were home to Kalt Srca; however they had long since been extinct. Until now that is. One lonely figure stood on the side of Mount Mariha. The figure wasn't a Kalt Srca, although the powers they possessed were very similar to the race. The Kalt Srca were able to conjure anything from snow or ice, weapons, homes and even furniture to furnish the homes they'd made themselves. They were peaceful people, but the powers they had had consumed them and eventually tore every signal one of them apart. Some people who witnessed it say the screams can still be heard if you listened hard enough, especially those belonging to the women and children.

The figure of course knew the story and listened, straining their ears. Nothing but the howling of the wind and the flapping of their clock bellowing in the strong gusts reached their ears. Turning on the spot the figure now faced towards the mountain they were on, and lowered the hood of their clock, revealing a cascade of long shimmering black hair.

It was a woman, the very same woman that only hours before had broken out of her cell. Destroying the prison in which had held her; and now seems to have escaped to the place she perhaps feels most at home.

Charlene was as you should know part Ijoba and Drei Occhi, however ever since she'd travelled to The Cold Mountains of Mariha as a child with her parents (and of course her traitor of a sister Eleanor) she had always felt as if the mountains were her true home.

The reason Charlene was at the mountains was not to rekindle childhood memories, instead it was to use her powers to firstly build a palace in which she would form her plans for revenge. The second reason wasn't as simple as the first because Charlene wanted to raise the entire population of the Kalt Srca that had died on the mountain, from the dead. If Charlene managed to accomplish the second task, then she would be able to control the minds and souls of all the Kalt Srca. This would mean she'd have the equivalent of an army at her beck and call.

The dull thud of horses hooves hitting the snow brought Charlene out of the daydream she had been in. Turning to the left she spotted two Icelandic horses; one as white as the snow she stood on, the other was black, its coat sparkling in the light of the two suns that orbited the planet. They pulled a carriage behind them, its wheels dipping in and out of the snow causing whoever was inside to probably have a headache from all the bumping and jostling around.

The carriage, being made out of wood wouldn't have helped in giving its occupant a smooth ride up the mountain. However, Charlene did not care as long as the person inside stood by the bargain they had made, nothing else mattered to her.

When the driver, who was wrapped up in a coat and at least a dozen scarves, noticed Charlene they began to slow the horses pace down; so when they eventually came to a stop, the door to the carriage was right in front of Charlene.

Hastily, the driver, who turned out to be a woman hopped down from her position on the small perch she was sat on. Before then squeezing her way past Charlene (who was stood extremely close to the carriage door) and proceeded to open the door allowing the person who resided within to come out.

''Tiffany, how many times have I told you, I am capable of opening a door by myself,'' The voice belonged to a man, it sounded gruff and old.

''Sorry Sir,'' Tiffany's response was muffled as a consequence from the amount of scarves she wore wrapped around her neck and face.

''No harm done, now why don't you come inside in the warm while I go and talk to our host,'' The man replied stepping out of the carriage, completely ignoring the hand Tiffany offered him.

The man was indeed very old; he wore a long fabric cloak, which buttoned at the front. On his feet Charlene couldn't help but notice that he wore bright white snow boots, which merged into the snow giving the impression that he somehow hovered in the air. However, he wasn't, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to. He held a spectre in his left hand; the handle was gold, engraved probably with symbols from some ancient race that used to inhabit Mistic Anino.

There was no mistaking it; this man was a Warlock and a very powerful one at that. Many people say that making a deal with a Warlock is the same a deal with the devil. Charlene however, had nothing to worry about for; she had actually completed her part of the deal. Now it was his turn to return the favour.

''Charlene Navarro, I should have known you'd be the one to summon me to such a place as this,'' The Warlock raised his arms gesturing at the snowy mountain top they were both stood on.

''I couldn't just wander into the nearest Warlock cave and ask to see you could I?''

It was known by everyone that if you wished to see a Warlock the best place was to go to a Warlock cave, which could be found just about anywhere on the planet. The caves were ironically run by witches, who would summon the Warlock you wished to see. Normally if you wanted to see a Warlock you would go to your nearest cave, speak with the Warlock you have chosen and then leave again. Questions either answered or not, maybe if you were brave a deal with one of the extremely powerful ones (they were the only Warlocks you could make deals with).

So how did Charlene manage to summon this Warlock without the aid of a witch, well Charlene's powers are much more powerful then you think. The worst part being, she knew how to use and control them. Also, the fact she had made a deal with the Warlock in front of her, meant she needed to summon him when the bargain they had made was completed.

''Perhaps that may not have been a good idea,'' The Warlock said referring to what Charlene had said to him.

''So now you see why we are meeting here?'' Charlene's question was rhetorical and knowing this the Warlock questioned the meeting place no more.

''Now to the matter at hand, I believe I owe you for completing the task of killing the chief of Ibarra,'' He smirked, he knew that Charlene would have been caught and thrown in jail for her crime. He also had a feeling that she would ask him for her freedom.

''Yes you do, I have had over five years to think about what I want,'' The Warlock nodded his head almost as if he couldn't wait to know if he was right. Meanwhile Charlene looked down at the thick blanket of snow which had managed to engulf the black boots she was wearing. She smiled down at them, before opening her mouth to speak once again.

''I want the power you process,'' Now she looked up a devilish smirk graced her lips as she watched the colour drain from the Warlocks face, his smile long since disappeared.

''But...'' He stuttered out before being cut off by Charlene.

''But nothing, we had a deal, I kill the chief of Ibarra and in return you would give me what I desire the most. That would be your power as well as Tiffany and these lovely horses, just for good measure,'' Charlene knew that the Warlock could not deny what she asked for; he was bound by the Warlocks code.

''Very well, but I must warn you, with great power comes...''

''Great responsibility, yes I know, now hurry up,'' She snapped getting more impatient by the second.

The wind howled furiously around the two, as the Warlock raised his spectre with both hands above his head.

''Take a hold of the spectre,'' He had to shout over the creaking of the carriage now, as well as the wind. Never the less, Charlene heard him. She wrapped both her hands slowly around the middle of the sceptre. She smiled she had finally gotten what she wanted.

The Warlock mumbled incoherent words, although Charlene did know it was some ancient spell even if she couldn't hear it.

Suddenly a bright flash of light emitted out of the spectre. The lights sudden appearance caused Tiffany, who had been sat in the carriage unaware of what was going on; to rush out wandering what was happening. She watched in awe as strands of gold, blue, white and many other colours of light flow up her master's body, passing through the spectre and into Charlene.

''No!'' Tiffany shrieked as all of a sudden her master let go of the spectre and fell to the ground face first into the snow. She ran to him and knelt beside him. Using all her strength she heaved his body up out of the snow and laid him in her lap.

''Tiffany, I am so sorry,'' He croaked out, his eyes only just managing to stay open.

''It's ok you're going to be ok,'' Tiffany's voice cracked as tears pricked her eyes. The man she held was as close to a father she would ever have. He couldn't leave her now, not yet.

''You must be strong, dark times are ahead, but if you stay true and brave there will be light for you at the end,'' Those were the last words the once powerful Warlock uttered before his eyes closed for the final time.

''What a shame he may have been even more useful than he has already,'' Tiffany looked up to see Charlene stood above her staring down at her and the now dead warlock.

''What are you going to do now?'' It would be an understatement to say Tiffany was scared. She was afraid of what Charlene was going to do with her for she knew that Charlene was no longer just as criminal. The power she had received from the Warlock made her a sorceress.

''How about I show you what I'm going to do,'' Charlene smiled her bright white teeth the same colour of the snow that surrounded them. It was the shape of her teeth that mesmerised Tiffany, they were sharp and pointy like those you would find belonging to a shark.

''What are you?'' Tiffany questioned as she stood up taking a tentative step backwards.

''I am a new species, part Ijoba, part Drei Occhi and now  part Warlock, making me a sorceress that you don't want to get on the wrong side of. Now watch,'' Doing as she was told Tiffany watched as Charlene raised the spectre in one hand, before then bringing it down cracking the ice that surrounded them.

Charlene then carried out the action twice more before then using her other hand to almost pull the snow and ice upwards.

Tiffany stared in amazement as an entire palace made from ice rose out from the mountain.

Once Charlene was done creating the ice structure she turned towards Tiffany once more.

''Shall we go inside.''