One prophecy written in ink decades ago, speaks of the cold one. The Cold One: A girl with an aching touch, pale skin that could chill you down to the bone. Frostbitten lips that never pressed into a kiss and the darkest eyes deeper than an abyss. She would return. The Son Of Arlow: Brae Arlow was always destined for me. He defied the small village of Tyrann but little did he know, he would soon defy fate. He would rise. *** Brae Arlow was always destined for more, he constantly deified the cursed small village of Tyrann and after one traumatic experience as a child, he starts to think that maybe he was doomed to stay in the same place forever. But things change for him when the snow returns ten years later and it pulls him into the clutches of a mystery girl...a girl that's so cold he tried to give her a little warmth. No longer alone, he begins his adventure for answers and unravels only things he thought were written in ink and sitting on pages, concealed by a cover.