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With the scent of frost in the air and the slight chill of a lingering winters breeze, a few would still assume that indeed it was still winter, when in fact it was early spring. In one city there was still the lights from Christmas trees and houses decorated, still some patches of melting snow, and the lake at the small grotto still had some ice that floated and swirled in the water.
The cemetery was always taken care of but the grass now was brittle from frost making an odd crunching sound when stepped on. More than a few houses had icicles hanging from the roof and from tree branches that slowly dripped down getting thinner and sharper. At the hospital people entered and went crunching the salt on the ground and watching as a worker carefully snapped off the icicles so they would not fall and hurt anyone.
At night people would dream their nonsensical dreams, some of what happened that day, others derived of movies or shows they had seen, a few of what they should write next in their book. And a handful of others about the world they had been dreaming about for a while now, and always as the same character. Their dreams did not always pick up where they left it, yet at different points in their characters’ lives, from one day into the next day or next week.
In that world it was early summer, the forest was hum with activity as the High Elves strung out lanterns of light in celebration of the coming Summer Queen, who would be blessing their city high in the trees. Elsewhere in the forest the Beastlings packed their supplies to head to the High Elf city for their wares and to sell their own. In the cavern in a clearing of the same forest lurked the Dark Elves cursing their cousins names and sharpening their blades. The only thing that seemed unaffected in the forest was a hidden house blended into the forest near the desert, where a human figure could be seen in the distance by the ones with sharp eyes, carrying sword and wearing a sandy cloak and looking around to see if anything could be spotted that could be potentially be a danger to him and to others. A tree barely rustled as someone lowered their bow quietly.
The Desert was in its own celebration, the Ifrits were roaring and sparring with one another in the coming heat and flames, this is when they would be strongest, this is what they have been waiting for. Soon they would attack the Shivas as their king had planned! Soon they would be bothered no more by their cold ways that lurked in the mountains.
In a mountain that seemed to be still, in mid-winter, activity could be spotted by pale blue skinned humans, they fortified their defenses and laid traps, gathering their armor and weapons. A tall woman wearing no shoes or anything that could be considered appropriate for this type of weather, at least from a human stand point, looked on and helped where she could causing the others to gasp or their icy eyes to widen.
Near the Shivas city was a lone lich, not an uncommon sight around here but one that caused the few humans to shudder a bit at his appearance and give him a wide berth, he looked down the mountain and seemed to see past it towards the ocean.
At the ocean the fishermen hauled in their catch earplugs in their ears, the Sirens have been rowdier than usual today, as well as the Mers been mischievous. One boat rocked back and forth as something bumped on the bottom. They cursed under their breath as they saw a mer poke her head out before diving back into the water not apologizing at all. The Fishermen went to an island nearby and saw males with scales and slit eyes talking to a siren woman with purple red eyes on the beach all looking comfy and with no care in the world. On the other side of the island was a Ifrit looking with big eyes and fire hair walking around his eyes seemed to have an excited expression on his face, he did not speak much and most islanders seemed to ignore him or give him a wide berth to walk in, him looked up to the sky, not noticing the female clad in tight clothing that he bumped into who had purple hair and a ever present smirk on her face.
High in the sky the Avains were fighting off yet another wyrm that had tried to attack their city, some letting out cries of anger as they attacked with their talons, those that had them that is, while others fired from their lightly crafted bows or attacked with their light swords or other weapons. One of the three rulers swooped down as a giant bright colored bird with a hawk like screech and clawed one of their eyes out and continued to attack until eventually the wyrm thought better of attacking and left with a roar of pain…and warning. The great bird looked down upon the world and let out a sigh. It could sense that things were about to change.
Somewhere far away in an elegant castle an eerie laughter filled the halls, they could sense the change that was about to happen as well and they had a plan to make it the change they wanted.