Year 5, Winter, First Month, Third Week
On the third week of winter, snow fell all over the Serion Kingdom painting in white cities, villages, houses, and castles alike. Well, everywhere except for the south, in the fire region. The land touched by the everlasting fire spell would never know cold or ice. Throughout all the extension of the flaming dominion, the fire energies burned bright, enhancing the sun’s blessing by the day and leaving the warmth of the earth by night.
Close to the eastern fire border, on the city known for never sleeping, a shadow blinked between the illuminated streets and the dark cover of scorched stone buildings. It crossed the low city market and the slums, before entering a rundown shack.
Sometime later, the shadow traveled again and stopped at a dirty shelter filled with sleeping orphans in the poorest part of the slums.