OOC: I'm just typing stuff, no direction in mind but the flow of our mutual imagination. IC: When people imagine their deepest fears to come true, then they often will. Many of his opponents, the Crystal Reapers, died by his hand not realizing this. Their fear has always been death. He could tell it from their eyes when they crossed his path. The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there's no risk of accident for someone who's dead. Every single one that had the intention of breaking Crystals off, he told: "Advance, and never halt, for advancing is perfection. Advance and do not fear the thorns in the path, for they draw only corrupt blood." It was an old saying he was raised with. It was used to guide the ones who were dead, or were about to die, through the afterlife. The darkness was blinding, and many would not reach the Silence, the perfection. Only if one could traverse the unknown and darkness after death, one would find peace. Snow looked up, his eyes gazing across the snow packed landscape. The sun was shining, and there were not many clouds drifting above him. Next to Snow was a small stream of blood running down the hill. Tracing the stream up lead him to the lifeless body of the man he just killed. A so called Crystal Reaper. Crystals were very scarce around the world. They were often found in certain strong elemental area's, such as here, in cold snowy fields. The Crystals stood in clusters and glowed softly. Some say they were part of the world, and that the world shed tears if you would break off a Crystal. In most cultures it was considered a sin to break one. In others, they would grind them up to a fine powder and sniff it and experience a mind blowing rush, and get them addicted. Doing such would turn their skin a see through blue color. The reason they were harvested was because of their properties. They provided with an energy pulse, some called Magick. The Crystals powered airships and other machinery, but they were also used in weapons. If treated properly, you could shoot energy pulses from the Crystals. Or add extra properties to your blade. There were many uses. Needless to say selling these Crystals would make you an easy millionaire. The thing was, that Snow knew it was true. The Crystals were part of the world, and whenever a piece was broken off, he could feel the pain of loss in his heart. It made him very sensitive to being around the Crystals. He didn't know why he felt this way, he just knew there were only a handful of Protectors like him in the world, who hunted down Crystal Reapers. And he would keep doing so until the day he died. He sheathed his elegant and finely crafted blade, after clearing it from the blood from his now dead opponent. Snow inhaled deeply, brushing a gloved hand through his pure white hair. There were more around. He could feel Crystals breaking.