Oblivious are the children of Spring in the blooming courts of the sun, impervious to the biting winds that Winter brings. They sleep now in their mother's bosom till she is again ready to the world with blessings so withheld by her estranged sister. Autumn's touch was upon the land, it's withering reach far as the eye can see. The young Queen watched on high from her empty palace with the inkling recollection having seen this before. It had not been long after rising form her sleep that the light of day began to fade, as if her awakening heralded the last and final season...
