The smell of crisp, cool air and smoke drifts throughout the village as embers slowly die out, bidding the New Life Festival farewell. It’s quiet in the village now - a calming air only interrupted by the rustling of trees and the running of the lake.

This is Penny’s favorite time of the day - a time when the children are asleep and she’s allowed to just…breath. It’s a welcoming change from her usual pace.

With her lungs full of crisp air, she can’t help but shiver, her soft hands clinging to a warm mug of freshly brewed tea. Though she’s dressed in a thick shawl crafted from wool, the cold finds a way to nip at her tan skin.

Her round eyes drift upon the pale ground, admiring its delicate nature-

She pauses, eyes soon widening when she witnesses what looks like a warrior hobbling over to her. She’s barely able to call out for them before they collapse before her.