1 Calling

Prologue

A frigid night had fallen upon the valley of Qetherel.

Overhead, the pirouette of waning twin moons bathed the land in a silver cascade of light. The final gasp of autumn had crowned its hills with sparkling frost, a magnificent sight that the locals called the "Crystalline Wreath". This spectacle, the harbinger of deepest Winter's arrival, was known to draw crowds from far and wide; even those unmoved by the poetry of nature could not resist its splendor.

On this Winter's eve, however, there was but a single soul present for the coronation of the new year:

A young servant girl, finding solace in the liminal silence of twilight's slumber.