Legends of the Frost

Carthadin (MT)

The rain beat relentlessly on my head. Even though my clothes were weatherproof, I still was cold. I cuddled up next to Flame, who was deep in a dream. His warmth was extremely pleasant against my chilled body. "There is something about these wolves," I thought, "that makes me feel accepted." By nature, Faeries were a species who enjoyed warfare and knowledge, but little else. They shunned play, and read only about history and battle. I, however, was an exception. I played in the river running through our kingdom, racing with otters, riding Kelpies, and playing wicked pranks on unsuspecting victims. One of my best friends was a white Kelpie named Diamond Spray. I still remember her to this day. She had the build of a graceful Andalusian horse, with a silver mane and tail. She smelled of seaweed and salt water, for everywhere she went, she wore kelp in her hair, which was tied into a neat bun held together with kelp. We did everything together. We were the idiots of the kingdom, spending our days wrangling and riding Dragons, instead of reading scrolls about the beginning of time, when the Faeries helped create the world. Now, I am not exactly from the beginning of time; I was born a few hundred years after, (Which is not long at all in the life of a Faerie.)Diamond had a very interesting hobby. It was something she called "cosplay", which I still don't understand. She made these wings and horns so she looked like a Unicorn or Pegasus. The weirdest thing she ever attempted was undoubtedly the Centaur costume. I chuckled as I remembered her bounding across the waves of the ocean, her "arms" flailing behind her as she ran. Oh, it was hilarious! She chugged coffee by the quart, too. As an avid coffee drinker like myself would guess, she did not sleep. At all. Like, ever. My father, the general of the Faerie army, decided that Diamond I was too "Immature". So he sent us to a boot camp, where we learned all the basics of combat.Among those weapons are the longsword, the shield, the crossbow, the halberd, spear and glaive, falconry, numerous types of hand-to hand combat, and many, many, more. Do I pride myself in knowing how to handle all of these weapons? No. No I don't. Do I remember how to use most of them? Once again, no.The last time I attempted falconry, I was flying for my life from a livid turkey vulture. Spears, glaives, and halberds were undoubtedly out of the question, and battle axes are my worst nightmare. I stink at fighting, too, demonstrated perfectly in the bat encounter.Suddenly, a powerful flap of wings alerted me to Coran, who was standing outside, gaping at our luxurious accommodations.

"WHAT HAPPENED!?" he roared in shock. Everyone leaped to their paws, and yelps were heard throughout the pile as a few wolves bike their heads on the low-hanging roof.

"The Shadow wrecked out cavern," Twig moaned. "We were waiting for you."

Coran's eyes burned furiously. "Oh, that Demon will pay for this!" he growled.

"We can deal with vengeance later, but for now, we need to find shelter that can withstand the storm," Frost said, looking to the sky, where ominous black clouds were starting to form.