THE FROST HOLD Alora stood on the balcony of the Queens chamber, she gazed at the landscape and sunset, deep in thought, Miranda lay on her mother's bed inside the room and received attention from the doctors available. Bjorn walked into the balcony and stood by his older sister's side, he cleared his throat briefly "Father's dead..." he said, Alora didn't respond or react, she just looked down "When?" she asked "This morning, the rot spread much faster than we thought, he couldn't make it" Alora sighed, she rested her arms on the stony guardrails "That's not the big issue though..." Bjorn stated, Alora finally looked at him "What is it?" she asked "Father's death means that we'd need to start preparing for his funeral and my coronation, which of course means that we would have to send word to the other kingdoms, which also means that we might be expecting some very important guests..." He stared at her intensely as he waited for her to figure it out, her eyes

HANAKAWA DISTRICT, TSUKIHAMA Mai stepped down from the train, placing her feet gently on her home soil, she looked around for a moment, it felt surreal, like the dreams she used to have of the day she'd come back home, but this time it was real The people were calm and polite as they went about their daily activities on the streets ahead of the train station, she couldn't hear the infuriating haggles of the market vendors in the craddle lanes, or cries of children somewhere in the background, the air scented so clean and pure, thousands of flowering trees planted all over the city and the properly cleaned streets played a huge role in that. She followed the guide she had on the paper, asking questions for directions to the House of the Wren, and eventually she arrived on a green hill where she could see her father's palace, a tear ran down from her eye, the wind whistled a harmony into her ears, she was really here, she had come home. She ran down the hill to the palace, almost

THE ANDOREAN MOUNTAINS The Helian fighters had returned to their base on the Mountain ranges that bordered Northern Tremore and the Kingdom of Yunhai, their failed attempt to capture Valkori from the Skolgard Islands had proven to be a major setback on their plans and operations. Commander Mich walked angrily to his tent, pulling off his gloves and tossing them to the frosty earth as it snowed mildly this high up in the mountains, his Sergeant Zina walked closely behind him. They stopped and looked up to the sky when the dragon's shriek pierced through the air, the soldiers on the ground all had their eyes up as they watched it fly over them, Mich hissed and continued walking to his tent "Tell that boy to stop flying around just because he can or somebody is going to spot him, a giant dragon in the sky is hard to miss..." Sergeant Zina nodded at his orders, she was about leaving when the dragon appeared behind them, it slowly lowered itself to land and the troops around scat

"A wedding?" Valkori asked "Yes, my older sister is getting married in this castle tomorrow" Jamaal said, Valkori became disturbed "What if your father comes by?, what if he sees me here?..." Jamaal thought for a moment "You have a point... I'll send word to him that I can take care of the event myself, besides I have almost twenty sisters, my father must be tired of attending weddings by now" "Thank you Jamaal..." she said, he went to her and dragged her off the seat "Let us meet my mother, she would LOVE to see you!!" Jamaal brought Valkori to his mother's chambers, the golden room was filled with women and a few men all folding and placing tons of vibrantly coloured gowns and fabrics, the room scented of flowers, perfumes and citrus and the walls were rounded Jamaal's mother sat on her bed which was completely covered in dresses, she appeared to be in her late fifties, her hair already grey, she looked startled as the three of them walked into the room "Valkori,

The sun kissed the golden walls of the Prince's castle as it rose over the city at dawn, Jamaal had Valkori and Graymont sitted with him at a round table on his room's balcony, he spread open a map of his kingdom Burmah over the table and held some game pieces in one hand "This forest right here..." he placed a piece on the spot, "It is home to a small tribe of pyromancer sorcerers, they worship one of the false gods known as Jatarauda, a Burmesian flame god" "False gods?" Valkori asked, Jamaal and Graymont looked at each other "You don't know about the false gods?" "Never heard of them..." she said, "I only know the six that granted treasures to the Royal houses" "Those are the true gods" Graymont said, Jamaal continued; "The true gods are the most powerful because they have the most worshippers in their domains, and by a very wide margin, but there are hundreds of false gods all over our continent, many of them only have a handful of individuals or tribes still worshi