The howling winds of old man winter seemed ever so close on a late November afternoon. While farmers tend to their fields of what's left of the harvest, children of all ages are ever so excited for the festivities that such a frigid season could bring. While folks scurry to gather for the winter, merchants from all around fill the town with their luxurious pelts of the west to spices of the east, hoping to captivate any customer that walks by. The enthusiasm for the New Year has halted any sense of discord between nations, leaving a sense of serenity within the lands of Silvia. How pitiful it is to have such a joyous occasion be tainted by the smell of iron, as the flames of animosity are kindled by the fear and anger one can have.
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The Legend of Aurora Borealis
FantasyThe blooming of the Night Cereus shall be your demise/ Hear its fearful cry and gaze of summer sky./ Cloaked by the night/ May it bring the long awaited light. This is my first story, hope you enjoy it!
