They do not know what led to the disappearance of the Dragons, only that ash and endless winter followed. They huddle around the Sunstones, surviving off the meager farming possible under the stone’s warm radiance. Few dare to travel in the dark spaces between the stones, an endless sea of snow, ash, monsters, and desolation. Despite it all, that candle flame of hope has never been extinguished; for some still believe that someday the Dragons will return to lead us to Spring.

And they’re right.

A fey kingdom fallen, with winter triumphant. A dream frozen, to be thawed by might and heroic deed.