

Prologue - EnvisageShe shivers silently in the cold of the night. Her long dark purple tinted hair is wet from the snow, and so are her clothes. As she sighs, she sees her breath as she breathes out. She slips her hands into her sleeves to keep from being so cold. How did things get this way?Prologue - Envisage
Sighing sadly, she sits outside upon the snow beneath a naked tree, staring at the exit gates of the little town. How she wished she could leave, but this was her place to be, this was her home. She had never been beyond the town gates.
She didn’t know a single thing about the world outside her town. She was an orphan; her place was
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