It was a Cold newly Winter in Sonaria, on a newly morning every single Living Being doing there own stuff for survival another cold season.
Fresh Wind filled the Air, and snow was sitting untouched on the Ground.
Atel a Blue-Silvery Borenhir was sitting on a Snowy Mountain admiring the newly Season falling into Sonaria, being the Servant of the Titan of Coldness he felt like this Winter something big could happen.
But eager quickly Loyal Owl couldn't really put the feeling in the Right place.
"But it's a newly Season in a yearly cycle, surely there won't be any problem in the near future.....Right?" thought the Blue Silvery Owl anxiously.
But there was no time of asking anxiously about the near future, because the air was filled with a Loud roaring of a familiar being.
"Oh great Skarlas, i just woke up" said Atel kind of Annoyed but being a Loyal Servant of Coldness he had to see what is Creator has to say, he tilted his Head to where the noises came from and spread his Majestic Wings and flew off.
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FantasyOn Hiatus (need motivations back) PG-?? Still idk i have to write the other chapter to know. This is a Story for Creatures of Sonaria based on a few of my OC Also first Book i'm ever and probably the last im going to write (I swear i need to prom...
