Flames Of Ice

Everything looked blurred in the pale light that was gradually diluting the darkness. The dawn was fast approaching, and a soft pink tinted the sky. Outside my window, the snow fell slow, silent, a cruel, greedy lover caressing the earth.

It was magical, wonderful, and . . . terrifying. I watched as it sifted down from the sky, covering the world in soft white death. It was killing everything. Winter had arrived and had never left. The frost had turned the land barren. Nothing grew, and what food there was wasn’t even enough to feed the animals. People were hungry and desperate. The seasons were no longer in balance. As Queen, my life was intricately bound up with the life of my world. It was my duty to protect my people.

But I’d failed. Faery was dying and it was all my fault.

The mission I’d summoned my three dragons for was a last, desperate attempt to turn things around and save my world.