I am running, a feel a searing pain in my back. Ice starts poking through as the fire chases me from behind. I sprint, jump over a log, and trip. The fire engulfs me, yet I feel no pain. The Wolf of Embers lumbers over me as his molten spit burns down onto my shirt. He bites.
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I wake up in a cold sweat, something is wrong. Fenir never attacks me. We are on solid grounds. I jump out of bed and pull on a pair of light gray jeans speckled with paint. I don't bother to change my shirt. I pull on my white hoodie and grab my glasses which I put on over my ice-blue eyes. The last thing I put on is a birch wood ring with crystal pieces speckeled through out it. This ring is the ring of winter, and I am the pure embodiment of it. My name is Flurry, and it is my job to fix this all.
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Flurry
AdventureThe seasons are clashing, people are changing. Gods are fighting. There are only 4 people who can finish this, the pure representations of the seasons. We start with Flurry, the embodiment of winter.
