PROLOGUE: First Year

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The darkness fades, revealing a room with coffins floating in the air. A mirror floating upon its own pedestal, instead of reflecting oneself, the mirror shows a cloudy green.

"𝘼𝙝... 𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙."

"𝘼 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡."

The green clouds shift into a flame like pattern as oneself moves closer.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡, 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙."

"𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧, 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩..."

Hooves hit the ground below as the carriage rocks along the path, a coffin visible within the glass walls of the carriage.

"𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙚, 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨,"

A hand reveals itself from within the fading smokey green, outstretching itself as if beckoning oneself to come forth and take hold.

"𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧."

Reaching ones hand out, oneself withholds no hesitation in taking the mysterious hand.

"𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨,"

A bright flame reflects within the glass before disappearing,

"𝙄𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚,"

An ice shard replaces the flame, before it too, disappears.

"𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮,"

A flurry of leaves swirl within the mirror but just like everything else, it fades away to a pure black reflection.

"𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨,"

"𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧."

A bright light shines from within the mirror, temporarily blinding oneself as the final words are uttered.

"𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨,"

"𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨."

Oneself tightens their hold on the hand as everything fades to black.

"𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨."

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