Focus on the music.

Snow sighed, but neither her nor Snap said anything. The debate settled, the girls went back to practice. School passed in a haze, most of which Snow barely noticed. When the final bell rang, she left the school behind, and found herself in a place she had visited several times over the summer. Finding the grave of her parents, she sat down with her back against the stone, and opened her diary, jotting random thoughts down.

Sitting against the gray marble gave her a sense of connection to her fallen parents, a sense that they were still with her, even if only through her memories. The cemetery was quiet, and people rarely ever came. The day was sunny, and the sparse trees, and grass, made it almost like a park, if it wasn't lined with tributes to the fallen.

Smirking at her own morbidity, she glanced at the ground and noticed mist passing across the ground. Frowning she stood up, and glanced behind her seeing a bank of fog spilling toward her. Whatever was happening it wasn't natural.

“Snap, is this some kind of joke?” She called out confused.

The fog continues spilling past her feet, and began to rise up toward her knees. Snow wasn't sure if this was a joke, or someone was picking a fight with her, but she didn't want her parent's grave to be collateral. She quickly moved away from the fog, toward the edge of the cemetery. Despite her pace the fog was filling the area faster then she could out run it, till she couldn't see more than a dozen feet ahead of her.

Cresting a hill she saw a silhouette standing in front of huge statue. “You!” She called out heading toward him, causing the young man to turn toward her.

“Me?” He asked softly.

Getting close enough for the fog to thin out between them, she saw a student from the school. The young man had wild black hair, and crystal blue eyes. His lean muscular torso was bare, and he had three tattoos on his body. His left upper arm had a large skull in a tattered hood, its left eye socket crying a single trail of blood down its cheek. His right arm had a red snake like creature, that looped around his arm, and disappeared beneath his gauntlet, only to reemerge, and with a huge powerful jaw swallow its own tail. From just above his pert behind, a large oak tree grew up toward the bottom of his shoulder blades, where the dark leaves floated up across the rest of his back transforming into ravens.

His fingers all the way to his elbow were encased in black gauntlets of steel, with a large white skull emblazoned on each of them. The tips of his fingers, and the metacarpal closest to his hand were painted blood red. He wore simple black kung fu pants, and slippers, and his only accessory was a black leather choker with a silver hour glass pendant hanging from it.

Snow gulped softly, confronted by his handsome face, and stunning form. “Yeah,” she stammered. “is this fog because of you?”

“Fog?” He frowned confused, glancing around and noting the bank of mist that had surrounded them. “No.”

“So you just happen to be in a cemetery on a sunny day, when an unnatural fog creeps in?” She frowned.

“I was visiting family.” He sighed glancing up at the huge stone statue.

The statue looked like an older version of the young man, right down to the steel hands, but his hair was spiked in exaggerated spires from his head. Like the young man his face was calm, but cold. Below was a passage 'Karma the Overlord of Ice and Flow.'

“Oh.” Snow gulped embarrassed. “Sorry, I, I didn't know.”

The man nodded and glanced at her. “Why are you here?”

“Family.” She hung her head softly. “Parents died a few months ago.”

“I guess we share that.” He frowned glancing back up at the overlords face.

Snow frowned, pangs of sadness from their shared loss overwhelming her.