Up in the cold and misty mountains.
Zery sat in his cave in silence and if not the soft breathes that resonated in the room, one wouldn't believe that he was alive.
Like an angel that's called from the skies, his unearthly beauty could send one into a trance. His white hairs fell gracefully on his equally pale white skin.
Outside his cave the elders who were worn-out and rigid stood looking amongst themselves.
"You go!" One of the elders urged the head elder to enter.
"Why should I?" The head elder asked with horror written all over his face.
"Because you are the head elder, that's why!" the others hissed at him.
The head elder now realized how bad it was was to have such a high position. His legs trembled as he braced his long life years to enter this den!