Today is a normal day for you, you wake up in your little primitive cabin in these frozen woods. you put on your heavy coat and pants as you put on your boots and walk out the door you take your blaster off the table just in case. and go walk the mountain like you do every morning.
you like the mountain, its beautiful and you dont have to deal with people, as you look across the vally below you saw the forest of frozen trees you always thought were beautiful., you are on hoth. a cold and beautiful planet that have lived on, since....you could remember.
as you walk you feel the extremely cool air on your face you walk the path you've dug out over the years as frozen dirt is way more comfortable to walk on than snow, in any capacity. as your walking along you come across one of your rest stops. as you realize you were so deep in admiration you forgot to rest at the first one, you sit down in the chair you put at every one. and succeed at lighting the fire you prepared yesterday and admire the veiw .
(10 mins later)
The nice, warm crackling fire is blazing, the air is howling and you hear footsteps coming closer...you've never never heard footsteps of another In years, so you are startled at first but calm down right after and await the coming visitor.
right as the visitor arrives the fog sets in, but more thick than usual. but not thick to the point of not seeing the individual. you have a person in a long time and even you think he would stand out in a crowd. he wears a long black robe that covers most of his body and has a big hood, a hood so big that you cant see any of his face above the mouth.
dispite this man's weird attire he seems to be a nice man from his looks, his very clean skin sets you off a bit but, he starts to talk and ask "may I sit by the fire?" his voice is commanding but friendly, rough but elegant. you reply "sure but I think this fog will keep us here for a while.
then the man smiles, it puts you off as the smile is creepy and off putting and you dont know why. "how about I tell you a story?"the man says "why not" you say. the man then sits across from you in the kinda thawed dirt and takes off his hood, he looks normal, brown hair, and....
....um
as much as you try you cant make out the color of his eyes, hell you cant even tell what direction he's looking and you can see them clearly. "what's with the eyes?" you say "what are you talking about?" he says "nevermind" you decide to ignore it for now.
(plothole that'll never get fixed...probably)
"now for my story"