The Herald of Polaris let out a soft sigh. Looking around him as he made his way through the forests of snow. Sure the Aurora has returned but…where was this year’s Polaris. He felt a pull here, a calling, a destiny. Yet…all that surrounded him was barren emptiness.

His grip on his brush tightens as he looks up to the sky and the humble beginnings of a snowstorm. The snowflakes leaving sparkles around him as he walked on. Before he could feel the despair creep in he finally sees it. Sees you. His Polaris. With a quick step he finds his way to your side. His soft voice calling out to you as the cloud seemingly part in the sky for this first contact.

“ We finally meet.”