A girl with hair like cascading fire and eyes like bright embers stood before him—a member of the Emberkin, vibrant beings who bore the warmth of summer. “I’m Mira. You’re a long way from home, aren’t you?”

“I—what is this place?” he stammered, still catching his breath.

“This is Glacialis. The balance of our world is at stake! The Frost Wraiths seek to take control, and if they succeed, summer will fade forever.” Mira’s expression was grave, seriousness cutting through her earlier playfulness. “And you have a role to play.”


Mira led Ethan through a wondrous landscape alive with magical phenomena—a forest of ice and snow that glittered with colors he had never seen. She explained the warring factions: the Emberkin, who embraced summer’s warmth, and the Frost Wraiths, bitter spirits embodying the coldness of winter.

“You’re not just any boy, Ethan.

There’s a prophecy—a ‘Child of Season’ who holds the power to harmonize both factions. I think that’s you.”

“Me? I’m just a kid from Pine Hollow!” he protested, insecurity gnawing.

As they traversed the terrain, Mira revealed fragments of the prophecy inscribed in ancient ice: "When the Child of Season walks the frozen paths, wielding both fire and frost, balance shall be restored… or lost."