In the darkness, a cloaked figure walked. A quiet tune they hummed.
As the notes begin to play, the darkness goes away.
The moon was just rising, and the sun had left the sky.
A burning torch melts away the snow.
Twigs snapped as they continued on their path, soon to be burned by the fire coming this way.
The thorns dull, and the flowers will stand tall.
They took a sharp left, wandering off into the woods, farther away from the smoke and fire.
Deep rivers wash away the final embers, life coming to its shores.
The crunching of the leaves stopped, as they stood in front of a young tree, likely only a few years. Bending down, they traced symbols on its trunk with a single finger, leaving behind cinders that marked its path.
The land will live free of pain once more.
Walking away from the tree, now burning to ashes, they returned back to the path. The fire would cover any path tread.
It will only come to pass if the five work together,
The Watcher,
The Knight,
The Dealer,
The Bard.
The Conductor will find a way to all four, though will they continue despite those that cry "nevermore"?
A path to be taken, a path to be forged.
The three of the faith must do no more.
One land is cursed, soon two, maybe three.
Nothing will be left standing if all is let be.