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Aside from the tiredness, my body felt looser, and I basked in that feeling that only a good amount of exercise could bring. “When do the trials start?” I asked. “In winter. And the woods will be harder to navigate then. Snowfall isn't pretty over here.” “Well how long does fall last here?” If I counted correctly, this would be the third week of fall. I had little time left. I would have higher chances of not being tracked in winter, but that would also mean harder chances of getting home alive. And freezing to death wasn't a good way to go. “Fall lasts for three full moons. Then winter will come.”

GWEN POV As soon as I was outside of the big city, I felt my body relax. I took a deep, slow breath and looked at everything around me. If you ever wanted to see different kinds of weather and nature in one area, this was the perfect place to come. In the summer, all the hills and trees were bright green and full of life. Then, in the fall, the area turned into a beautiful explosion of red, orange, and yellow as the leaves changed color. Now, in the heart of winter, the trees were bare, and the snow made the whole view look like a perfect painting.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

Ethan said. She looked between us. "The plan for zone three," she said, pulling her growth chart from somewhere I hadn't seen her carry it, "is bulbs, things that go in now and come up in autumn. Ms. Park found a list." "Of course she did," I said. "Shade tolerant," Lily said. "Because of the apple tree." "Smart," Ethan said. "It was Ms. Park's word," Lily said. "But yes." Ethan put the middle three waffles on the table, they were good. Right temperature, right colour, the particular result of forty-five minutes of early morning recalibration. I ate mine, he watched me.

Another week has gone by, officially ending the first month of summer vacation. And even though it is the summer, in this town hot and sunny days don’t last for longer than a month. The cooler seasons come very quickly, leaving only a few weeks for people to enjoy the very few hot and summery days. So it is common to see many people dressed in clothes you would normally see worn when it was fall, or winter season. This isn’t really a problem for some, but for others it is not as much of a joy. For example, Krist enjoys the cold. It makes him feel calm and less agitated. Something about the cool atmosphere clears his head and makes him feel more at ease.

“Much better than this horrid winter your mother insists on putting us through.” “High Lady or Lord can control the season in their court—among other things.” Alette shrugged indifferently, but her expression quickly turned somber. “When Father was alive, he demanded three months of Spring, and three of Summer. Mother made the six remaining months Winter. Lina and I wait for the day the snow melts and spring begins.” “Three of Summer and three of Spring. Does no one like Fall?” I asked with a frown. While I held a love for Winter, Fall was full of dazzling, fiery colors and gusts of crisp wind. It was Dad’s favorite season for camping. Before Dad got sick, he’d take me camping during the fal

“I’m particularly excited by the Autumn Court, it’s my favorite season. Is it true there are no real seasons in Faerie?” “There are seasons.” Tobin replied, returning her smile with a lazy one of her own. “They’re just not as full as the Court’s chosen season. Like the Summer Court still gets a taste of winter with cooler, rainier days. The winter court still gets summer, with warmer days that allow for a small melt. Autumn and Spring stay near the same year round.” “What else can you tell me of Faerie?”

A wedding can occur in any season. It could be under the bright sunlight of Summer, the warm breeze of Spring, the wonderful colours of Autumn, or perhaps the romantic atmosphere of Winter. Weddings are probably the most exciting day in a couple’s life. The anticipation of waiting for their love ones to truly become theirs. Spending the rest of their lives together after this memorable day.

You and our babies will be fine. "But what if I am not?" "Don't ever say that!" He sits up straight and takes both of my hands into his. "Jenna, you will be here as the Spring showers start to fall, the birds start to sing, and the flowers start to bloom. You will be here in Summer to enjoy the sun on your face, the flowers, the fresh-cut grass, the insanely beautiful summer storms, and rainbows. As Fall begins to come around the corner, you will be here to enjoy the crisp air; you will watch the leaves fall from the trees. You will be here to enjoy each moment."

I love teasing boys. I grin again, loving how easy it is to bother Dante and he's dumbfounded as I quickly run out the door, off to freedom. Freedom is a perilous journey down the halls. The old stone floors and walls are starting to get warmer, the world outside heating up from the evil that is the morning star. I can see its glowing hue when I'm running out, peeking through the covers of the frosted windows, past the old pictures of people long dead, of ugly statues and strange sculptures of beasts. I get to the foyer, where the three staircases meet and lead down into the main entrance, and there's no escape.