The mountains in the far north, further that any travelers have been, the mountains known as the Frozen Mountains, a young lone warrior walks along the path. He sensed the darkness growing. Jacob walks along the paths through the cliffs, making his way southward, whereever his feet took him, that's where he was heading. Not knowing what this darkness threat could be, he was only going to watch and then maybe decide to either fight along side it, or agaisnt it. Jacob carried on a single blade, known as the Shadowblade, across his back. When he wanted he could summon his scythe, Shadowscythe, but he felt no need to bring it out from the shadows just yet. He also wore a black cloak to keep him warm, it didn't seem very thick but it did the job, the hood covered his head so if anyone did run across him, they couldn't recognize him.
He walked slowly, but his still kept his guard up, not knowing when nor where any real threat would jump out at him. So far he couldn't sense anyone or anything near him, the closest life was about a half month's journey southeast of him. Jacob walked through the snow not making any sound, nor leaving any snow distrubed. He walked as if he just wasn't there.

Zeta stood on a mountain cliff looking out at the wide lands. She sighed, and her breath showed on the air, she looked at the snow five feet away. Then she looked down at the area she was standing on, the snow had melted in a circle around her, and underneath bright green grass showed. She smiled.
"Naughty me, I've gone and melted some of the snow."
She looks behind her, knowing there is another person somewhere on these mountains, but she couldn't quite place where that person was. She looks back to the lands.
"Oh well, if we meet; then we meet. If we don't, then it was not meant to be."