Changing Of Seasons Novels & Stories

Nevertheless, the days stretch on longer than usual, each bidding farewell never to be experienced again. Then comes Fall, blanketing the world with layers of leaves. The surroundings gradually lose their vibrancy. Flowers wither, and green grasses die. Fewer animals appear, for a new season is about to be born—one filled with much more torment. This is Winter. The unpleasant weather is compounded by a pervasive gloom. The skies are devoid of sunlight, replaced by a thin blanket of fluffy, grayish clouds that obscure the usual light. The air grows progressively colder. Snowflakes fall, accumulating on the ground and covering the grasses and soils that were once exposed, as well as some parts

I could feel the pulse of magic the tree emitted prick against my flesh, sending goosebumps skittering ominously in its wake, "It does. Spring is earth, for obvious reasons. Winter is water. Fire belongs to summer because of the unbearable heat. And, wind belongs to autumn because of the brisk breeze that whistles through the trees carrying loose leaves through the air." "I never thought about associating an element with the seasons but now that you mention it, it makes perfect sense," his features twisted into a pensive frown as he mulled over this new information. Every day he learned something new about my kind, things no outsider knew, "which season would shadows be connected to? I'm gue