Permafrost

Change comes for all things; Push against it and fall against the wind. There is a child. Chained in silver. Bound by promises of silk. She was chosen to walk a path none should be forced to. There is a girl. Sole heir of a withered legend. First born of an old blood. She will have a puppet's head. There is a boy. Alone. Insignificant. Deprived of all birthrights and memory. But he will play the hero, whether he is able to or not. Whether she needs him to or not.

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