The toughest of the tough, the most untouched of the untouched. Only the experts handle this mountain, and though you feel a bit rusty, you also remember handling slopes like this in your youth. Surely it won't be so bad, right?
Ignoring the warning posted, you quickly push forward and make your way toward the slope. The moment you hit the first drop, you damn near immediately regret it, as a sheer drop was hidden behind it. You're in free fall for a few long moments, and your life damn near flashes in front of your eyes. When you hit the fresh powder, you miraculously manage to keep your balance, even though you can no longer see your feet, OR your board.
While you're moving fast, you're shaking off the rust fast. The initial regret melts away, and you're glad you came out here. The adrenaline and the slope reminds you of your youth; the nostalgia comes flooding back to you.
A shadow zooms in front of you, far too dark and moving fast to be a cloud covering the sun. That same shadow flits over you, and away. You look up, only to spot a horrifying sight: a colossal eagle. The winged creature is easily several times your size, and the worst part? It's clearly spotted you. You're a big black target moving against a background of white and the occasional rock poking from the fresh powder. It circles one last time and then suddenly begins to dive toward you. Your choices are fairly limited, and your time is rapidly running out!
