The worlds spun on in the darkness. Seasons came and went and the spirits of them went about their work. They were loved. Looked on with kindness and some worshiped. Others not so much. Death wasn't a season. Death was there all the time, in every season. An unwelcome presence. No one invited Death to the party... That was how it had always been. Death was young now. Reborn to a new form like they'd been a million times before. This time was different. There were still the Death-mongers, those who wanted it and wanted to bring it to others but they were dwindling. Death hadn't become something that just happened anymore, people across the worlds thought Death was evil. Not a relief. Not a blessing. Something vile and repugnant. It was a very lonely existence... So Death made his own games and his own plans and with a twist of his wrist and a little bit of plotting, things were changing. *** Things were a little strange. Summer was certain that it was time for him to go and do his thing. The spreading of leaves and life and making sure all the green things were doing well. The ripening of grains and of bellies too for people and animals alike. There was frost on the ground. His green budding leaves were dying! The animals seemed too thin. The sudden chill was clearly wrecking havoc on the natural world. There was only one thing to do and that was to follow the Cold to where it was originating from. Winter. It wasn't hard to follow the cold, the seasons were so out of balance it was an easy trail. Though Summer wasn't dressed for it. He was dressed for his own season and he shivered, his bare bronze skin starting to pale... He'd never met the Winter spirit before. He wasn't sure what to expect. A white cloak was pulled out of thin air and wrapped around his shoulders as he changed his clothes to suit the task. Which mean that leather breeches loosely laced up either side became whole, the laces tightening up to protect skin. A dark orange linen shirt formed under the cloak and bracers of brown leather appeared on his arms. The winter was taking a toll on him as well, his orange-red hair was lightening at the tips. Going from orange to blond and quickly white... The chill of winter was strongest here. Summer couldn't help but to shiver as he looked around where his feet at led him. His horns were nearly frosted now. Surely he could find Winter and fix this?