The Dark Castle loomed like a grotesque shadow in the distance across the snowy plains. The wind blew a bitter cold air across the land. The sky was filled with gray clouds rolling above.
A pair of feet crunched across the snow, leaving a trail of boot prints. He knew he didn't have to walk. It was true. He possessed a much faster form of transportation that didn't require moving. But he liked walking. He enjoyed the snow, the cold weather. It never really bothered him.
Cold air breezed through his clothes, bristling through his hair. He liked to feel the chill on his skin, flowing through him. Little wispy snow flakes fluttered down around him, sprinkling his hair like sprinkles on a cake.
He gazed out across all the land, taking in the magnificent, wonderful landscape covered in glistening, blue snow. This land will be my kingdom someday, he thought to himself with satisfaction. He couldn't help but smile at that fact.
Closing his eyes, he opened his arms, spreading them open wide on either side of him. He tilted his face up into the wind. He leaned forward, swaying slightly, and fell face first into the snow.