The Beginning-P1 Thunder rumbles over the horizons borders, still shrouded in the dense blanket of darkness that was known as night, while crackling Bursts of lightning erupted within the midnight Sky, piercing the shadows for mearly a second as they clashing behind the gathering horde of greying clouds so full they hung heavy and thick in the bleak heavens, weeped out Billows of frost, that fell in silence over the already sleet covered earth that laid witnessed the roaring tempest persistent temper. The roaring sky had drowned out the soft undertone of hidden creatures that scurried through the waves of frozen sod which garnish the land in search of refuge from each icy blasts of wind that accompanied the raging blizzard. As each blast of air came barreling across the frigid blades of grass they seemed to chime out a harmonious lyric in ode to the The world that had turned dim and lifeless from the curtains of white that tumbled down upon it and as each of those willowy bodies rapped against one other they chipped into shimmering flakes that danced in the surges from the north. Yet within the chaos of the blistering Storm stood the village known as "Wavryns Crossroads", the home of the winged ones. At the center of the hamlet there was one particular shelter of redwood that stood out among there rest, it towered above the other hobbles decorated in rows of banners. Colorless flags as pale as newly fallen snow that held within them images of winged beasts woven in golden thread. Each image seeming to come to life as the ensign thrashed with the tempo of the creaking walls that trembled from the fierce eruptions of air that battered into the ancient wood. From inside the confines of the small abode murmured voices could be heard hushing the shrill screams that were laced in the purest of agonys. So fierce were the wails they ruptured the silence, echoing throughout the valley as they rose over the the vale of the storm alerting all the provinces inhabitants that the time was upon them.