On the snow-covered street leading to the market, Azara sang. It was the only song she knew, a song no one else had heard before. She focused on the song, her voice filled the afternoon with shades of sadness and nostalgia…
It was a cold, cloudy day in Oro, the capital city of Darros. It didn’t bother Advard, who walked with joy in his heels, his pocket heavy with ten iron squares. He worked hard as a cobbler and got lucky that day, a few rich citizens tipped him well. This added to the several seasons-worth of […]
Azara was going to take a big risk. She lived on the streets of Oro as a beggar-thief for several seasons after her escape from the Iceborn Isles. What she wanted now was better food. She didn’t spend much time planning her heist. There was a big house a few blocks away from the Frost Palace, […]
May the gods have mercy on this child, he thought. In a few moments, he knew the gods cared not for his prayer. The blood was still warm, and refused to freeze. With a solemn face, he returned to the home and made his announcement to the parents: the girl has Iceblood, the blood of the Iceborn.