~~~~~~~ The Bard struggled mightly through the icy wilderness, freezing ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ wind and hail pelting her face. Suddenly a screeching could ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ be heard in the distance, a sound not unfamiliar to the Bard. ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ Quickening her pace, she strode around the frozen objects, ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ when she slipped and fell, her backpack ripping open and ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ spewing the four scrolls over the snow. The screeching was ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ closer now. In a panic, she abandoned the backpack and ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ scrolls, rushing through the gate. Looking back, she shrugged ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ at her loss, perhaps it was meant to be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ______________________________________________________________________________ Mission Control Mission Control