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With a sigh, Lumara sighed as she helped Nayara from the ground, “The man suddenly attacked us when we got here. It seems like he knew that we were following after him.” “I see. Are you two alright? That was a strong power just now.” Nayara shook her head, “We’re fine. How about you?” “Just some scratches here and there. Let’s go help them inside.” But Snow pulled her back. “No, that orc was simply too powerful. Moreover, sweettalk won’t work on him. He was too worked up with his daughter’s condition.” “Then that’s more the reason why we must go there.” Snow furrowed her eyebrows at Crystal, “Are you really sure? With your wounds?”

LILY The morning sunlight slanted across the snow like a thousand diamonds scattered across the slopes, dazzling enough to make me squint. Normally, mornings like this put me in a good mood. Perfect ski weather. Crisp, cold air that woke you up better than any cup of coffee. But today, something felt off.

"Lead the way, um....." "Frederick, Your Highness." The tall Elf answered. "My name is Frederick but most people call me Fred." "I will never forget your kindness Frederick whom most people call Fred." Prince Ron said with a smile. "Let's go." Frederick chuckled as they began to walk. "Tell me about Ashenmore, Your Highness. Is it similar to Netheridge?" "Similar?" Prince Ron gasped. "They're like vanilla and chocolate. Completely different. We have many seasons in Ashenmore you know. We have spring, summer, fall and winter but you guys have only one season which is winter. It's cold all year round."

~ Isolde ~ *Frostfang* Snow fell steadily over Frostfang, covering rooftops and streets in a blanket of white. The cold was bitter, but the people were accustomed to it, wrapped in thick cloaks, woolen coats, and fur-lined boots as they made their way home. Yet even in the cold, there was always time for a little conversation. Small groups gathered along the streets, and tonight, there was only one subject on everyone’s lips. Elara.

Frost stared at her Uncle and then nodded. She admits that she was curious about the story of Snowy. Seeing his cute niece nods at him he smiled and started narrating, "Snowy actually was your mother's pet beast. Your mother, Ligaya had seen its miserable and almost dying appearance in the forest. It was said that humans were responsible for it, and so, Snowy was very wary towards human. It hated humans. It doesn’t want humans to approach it. Only a handful of people could approach it. Your mother saved it and brought it to the Palace. Your mother took a liking to it. Although Snowy is still a bit wary of her. It's just unfortunate that your mother has a water attribute and Snowy has an ice

The innkeeper pointed in a direction and said, “Over there. “But Frosthaven Sect is full of immortals who can fly. I don’t know which mountain they’re on exactly.” Andrius looked in the direction. With his sharp vision, he could see a snow-covered area in the distance. That must be the legendary snow mountain range that was the city’s namesake. However, even from that distance, Andrius could see that the snowy area covered at least a thousand miles. Finding a sect within it would be difficult. “However, I have an idea!” the innkeeper suddenly said mysteriously. “What is it?” “The disciples of Frosthaven Sect are easy to recognize. They wear an insignia shaped like a snowflake on their chest.

--- The blizzard isn't weather-it's a *taunt*. Snow doesn't fall here. It *hunts*. Razor-edged flakes swarm us like locusts, carving shallow trenches into our exposed skin. Eden limps ahead, his breath ragged, the jagged scars along his arms glowing faintly through layers of stolen Frostbound furs. The green embers in his veins have dimmed to ghostlights, his void-stained blood crusted black where the Sovereign's ice pierced him. He refuses to speak of the wound. Refuses to acknowledge the rot seeping into his gait.

He asked. "It's about your healer. Since I am the only healer in SnowMoon and I left them without an exchange, I want to ask one of your healer to replace me. Can you send one of them to my old pack. They need a healer now since a lot of girls are giving birth this month." I requested. "You want me to give my healer to your pack?" He said, looking seriously in my eyes. "Yes." I answered. "You're asking to much Adellee." I'm shocked at his response. "As you can see, Imelda was an old woman, making her stay at your old pack will make her sick, not to mention the weather there was different." He said.

What better way to get by than to serve as well as we can? It's hard to hide my surprise. ‘But…surely, you want retribution. Don’t you? You said it that night…’ ‘It was a full moon girl, and we were all afraid. We say and do all manner of things when we are scared…you know that’. Of course I do. Cyran rammed an arrow into Gylen’s eye and Xanwed ravaged the south for the powerful elves and wolvens. ‘When we look past the haze, Saelyna, there is so much more to see. Revenge is bitter and it doesn’t end. But a new world for our kind….it’s beautiful. I believe that is what the gods plan for us’.

~Olyon~ My little mate stares at me for a moment before swearing with surprising vigor, glaring out the window. “You all planned this.” “Mostly, it was Salazar, but yes.” “And this storm…” She scowls. “Froskarn’s doing,” I confirm, further amused when she flips me off for laughing. “Of course,” she swears. “Who else can make snow fall at this time of the year? You do know you can get in trouble with the Crestbane council for passing beyond Totah?