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The Winter weather comes, the snow sets and the sun rises. There’s not a site of life but tall trees. A carriage moves past what used to be a lively prairie near the castle where children once played years ago. It rushes by heading towards a lost Kingdom of Trevnor, a place in which no one has been encountered since. It is said that, an evil being had entered the kingdom, burning all joy and beauty including its people. Until one day, it disappeared, and so did every other living thing. All that remains are remnants and structures.

Suddenly the Carriage hops over an unseen rock in which one of the wheels break off. It hits the ground harshly, until it stops. The two horses break away from the chains and flee. In the middle of the snow are tracks and a damaged white carriage with no motion. Moments later the carriage door opens slowly a beautiful silhouette, a pale, gentle hand searches for something to grasp.