There was a legend passed down in generations of the a particular race living in the sky…the seahorse is the young of the dragon, and when it is strong enough to grow up and mature, it will become a real, full-grown dragon and rise to the sky…

Another legend also believed in was that the snow was the tears of siblings, forced to separate from each other in a series of ill-fated events…and when it melts after a long period of snow, it symbolizes that the siblings can finally reunite, and love and support each other once more…

The wind was chilling to her bones, and she struggled to keep her consciousness.

I must get away, as far as possible away from Master… the girl thought desperately.

Alone she walked, clad only in a thin cloak, which was unable to protect her from the freezing winter frost. Finally, she gave up, and collapsed in the front of a house that was near the hills.