He knelt before her charred body, the snow already blowing over, partially covering it up. Thanks to her sacrifice, the necromancer was able to defeated, but not before the magic could raise her as well. The knight mourned his beloved. Both had lost lost ones to the necromancer before meeting, both had sworn to work together so that it would never happen again. For the knight it had...No, he hadn't lost her yet. The cold seeped into his armor, he would be with her soon.

Rumors spread of two guardians, a revenant of ice and a banshee of flame. When ever one is foolish enough to toy with the dark magics, they appear, leaving a trail of frost and flame. For they had vowed no one would lose another loved one to necromancy, a vow they continue to uphold in death.