The whirling snow dies down slightly, and I realise I'm in the heart of the storm. How had I survived? I glance down at the thick fur covering my legs. Well, maybe I just don't give my pelt enough credit. And then I see it. The Blizzard fox! Its brush is fluffed up, and its sharp crystal eyes stare straight at me. With one last glance at me, it turns and trots deeper into the storm. I follow it, my breath coming out in freezing puffs of air. As I near the fox, I notice it's standing there and watching me inquisitively. "Who are you?" I ask, but it doesn't make a sound. The fox is standing underneath an icy overhanging, and a flickering light glows dimly from inside a cave. The Blizzard fox tilts its head at me curiously, and then pads down the tunnel. A villain from the past. A sinister fox. A complex heritage. Fall doesn't know what she's in for when she goes on a quest to uncover the true identity of the foxes' hero, Grox. Accidentally making friends, enemies, and alliances, who knows what her true goal is anymore?

There once was a land ruled by horses. A land were horses still ran the meadows free. Free. This land was guarded by horses. As long as they guarded it. Mistria would be safe. Then the CowMen came. They took every one of them to their rodeo grounds, and Mistria was doomed. Life faded. The birds stopped singing and wildlife left. Plants stopped growing and rain became scarce. Soon, the heir of the guardian of Mistria, will take the dangerous journey to restore peace in Mistria.

An orphaned girl, raising her younger sibling's. A dragon in the skies. Threating to destroy the small town of Little Gitty. A sacrifice needs to be made. Who else would be a better sacrifice, then the orphan girl Kara. Who has nobody left to care for her. So they thought. But as Len and Orsen, gather a small group to save Len's childhood crush and Orsen's younger sister. They find out that defeating an dragon is harder then they thought. As the group sets out to rescue Kara. They see the sparkle of a deadly reflection.