There are many legends in Switzerland, most are well known, passed down from generation to generation, but some are less well known. Some of the less well known are simply silly stories invented to pass the long winter nights, others are seldom spoken of because they are true, which of those is this legend? You decide.
Lucy and some friends are up in the mountains, skiing. but not on an official slope, they are far off the well used slopes, on a part of the mountain they've never skied before which would have been a lot more fun if it wasn't for the avalanche.
They heard the sound, and looked up, the snow high on the mountain was moving, gathering speed as it slid down towards the head of the valley in which they were now trapped, the sides much too steep to climb without equipment, and so they did the only thing they could, they sped up, trying to escape the steep sided valley they were in. Trying to get away before the avalanche spilled out at the head of the valley and turned towards them as it surely must. Below them the trees filled the valley, not a dense forest, just enough to obscure their view, but they had no choice, and going full speed they aimed for the gaps between the trees, ducking and weaving to avoid the branches, hoping the trees would slow the avalanche or that the valley would open out so they could get clear.
So they raced through the trees, fast and faster, until suddenly there were no trees, which was good but there was also no snow, no ground, no nothing. Which was not good.
A parachute would have been handy, but they had only packed a picnic, and picnics are well known for being useless parachutes, in the same way that parachutes taste awful.
Obviously gravity was not taking a day off, and they began to fall, actually they had no difficulty falling at all, even though they tried hard not to practice falling ever since they were kids. Anyway, as our heroine fell, she noticed that instead of the ground far below rushing up to greet her, as she feared it would, instead the light started rushing away, leaving an ever growing darkness which seemed delighted to make her acquaintance, which was not entirely bad, since hitting total darkness is absolutely painless. Unless of course something hard is hiding in it, like the ground, but nothing was, so our heroine fell through the utter darkness, happy that it was hiding nothing hard, when suddenly...
Splosh..!!
Now if falling though darkness has to end, then a 'Splosh..!!!' is not an ideal ending.
As our now soaking wet heroine will verify, being soaking wet in the dark having fallen off a mountain is not high on anyone's wish list, especially hers. Luckily our heroine can swim, even in the dark and especially when in the distance she can see a light, a light that looks very much like the kind of light that makes friends with an open log fire.
Oh, talking of friends, they also fell into the dark, and did the 'Splosh..!!!' thing too, and being good swimmers we can surmise that they are currently wet and busy swimming.
Back to our heroine who is swimming fast, partly because being in the light seems a good idea, but mostly because being warm and dry by a fire is better than being cold and wet in a lake.
So it was not long before Lucy reached the shore, climbed out of the water and walked cautiously towards the fire. Partly because she had seen enough silly DVD's where young women rushed blindly from one peril to another and partly because it seemed that a very lazy person had lit the fire. Most people chop down trees to make a fire, only the very lazy set fire to whole trees. Very lazy or...
Or Dragons.
Our heroine gulped, closed her eyes, opened them, gulped again, yup, a Dragon, except not having seen a real live dragon before, she only guessed that was what the creature was. It certainly had all the things that dragons are supposed to have, sharp claws and wings and stuff, except that our heroine could not remember ever having seen or heard of a pure white dragon before, or one that looked so, well, so girl-like, so well, sexy. That is if you ignore the sharp claws and razor sharp fangs which seldom appear sexy, even to other Dragons.
So carefully, as it seemed wise to let sleeping dragons lie, even sexy ones, our heroine crept closer to the fire, close enough so that she was soon getting warm, or at least she would be, once she got out of her soaking wet clothes.
Getting naked was not unusual for our heroine, but doing so close to a Dragon was a first. Even so she stripped off her wet clothes and carefully spread them out on some rocks to dry, before laying down on a large flat rock that seemed to have been warmed by the fire, it was very comfortable, even for a rock.
Soon our naked heroine was sleeping, just as soundly as the sexy white dragon, but without the claws and razor sharp teeth.
Now we need to leave our heroine for a while, because she's sleeping, and because it's my story and I'll tell it in my way.
So... Long before our heroine met her friends and set out to go skiing, a girl was walking across a hillside, the sun on her face and the breeze in her hair, happy as a girl can be when she is doing what she loves, well, at least avoiding doing what she hates, for the girl is a seeker, a scout if you like, not exactly a hunter, she is in search not of prey, but of a rare and precious commodity, known in her world as humans, specifically female humans.
The girl's name is Kala and she is happy, walking across the hillside, happy because the sun is on her face, and anyone who has any authority over her is far away, but mostly because she is free to enjoy the alps and the sun.
Of course she is a very good seeker, so she is not wandering around aimlessly, she is heading for one of her favourite spots, one known for the appearance of humans, and soon she is no longer on the hillside, but in the forest, threading her way through the trees, heading for the lake.
