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Pisces season

The trees of winter crept across the land, bare branches exposed reaching to the sky. Inciting the feeling of winter, other feelings were released from the citizens of the land. Early in the morning, slowly awakening to the realization of more, large mobs started to gather here and there, on streets, squares of their castles, within the market, and whatnot.

Lively and vigorous discussions were going strong - touring rhetoric leading the conversation. His words were smooth and smart, it was enough to captivate the crowd. Wise words are hard to come by, but he went like: "One can't change the grim off your stern faces as one can't influence the gloomy skies, but one can change themself within!" His preach was so calming, and earnest, while he hid the instructions of how exactly everyone shall change.

"No! We are not simple villagers, traders or soldiers anymore", - the crowd chanted, "No! We are furious warriors, power of the nature herself! We are the descendants of nobles and possibly even royals, due greatness!” they shouted, not even realizing where they were lured into, following the rhetor for more knowledge.

Nobody realized that beneath his simple and humble robe of traveling rhetor, sat an icon of power. A metal pin showcasing a burning sensation, locked in ice, pinned upon his chest, his loyalty lies elsewhere than with the people. So simple, yet so far, a flaming memory as to where it’s from…