The snow had slowed slightly, it was now more of a light showering, almost beautiful, if it weren't for the cold it brought. The green bench they sat on remained partially green, but mostly obscured by white; their shoulders and laps began to build layers of powder snow, soft to the touch, but they cared not.
'Will he succeed?' Kairos asked.
'It is hard to see,' Chronos replied, 'there are too many possibilities, she shrouds the future in a violet mist.'
Some of the trees in the park were old. Not as old as the two men were, but old enough to have seen far worse winters than this one would bring.
'Then we must prepare for the worst.'
'And hope for the best.'
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As The Snow Falls
Science FictionWhen a prophecy that foretells the return of a great evil, the death of the seven masters that guard the ultimate weapon, and the rise of a dangerous warrior enemy comes true, it falls to the seven in training to wield the Power that courses through...
