Snow. To us, it seemed like the pure spirit to keep us alive. It was always saddening to know that winter passed so mysteriously, every year; a new condition globally, whether it be a blizzard atau rarely a snowfall at all. Either way, the cold was a mixture of high against our skin, and the instant that we saw frost escaping from the sky and settling against the window the sebelumnya morning, we knew we were in luck.

I am sad to say that it's not winter right now.

No, beyond the human portal it was only the blazing sun that taunted us as we stayed indoors, avoiding the exposure. For the feyries like me, the ones that have survived longer than the rest and know the rules and procedures of the feyry life, we knew to stay inside and ignore the curious humans outside and the insane calls from the business building we worked at. But it was saddening for the feyries that knew nothing and couldn't control the flashes of pain and amnesia when they woke up. For example, take Shawn, the newest member. He woke up this morning, simple and dandy, going to the fridge and drinking out of the carton of orange juice, seating himself down and enjoying the cold air that surrounded the room. saat after that first sip... he went into a spasm. Screaming, kicking, and then moments later he darted out the door and into the sunlight.

He berkata no parting words as the sunlight burnt him into a crisp, his Bones converted into ashes before our eyes.

It was a relief that there was no human outside that saw what happened; oh, no, that would be a very taxing price to put on those Shadow feyries. They despise being pulled during the daytime, especially for a clean-up duty.

For any feyrie, there is no emotions. No happy feelings, per say. It's against the Feyry Law Book. There is a consequence for disobeying any one of the Laws. But no one has had the courage to find out what it is, and none of the Council members have had the bravery to tell any of the feyries what that consequence may be. Feyries might go to War. Suicide. That's why we feyries are lebih important that humans. We have the smarts not to tell the lowly citizens what their price would be to not obey. That would be just another piece of luring cheese for the tetikus to fantasize about.

Five kinds of feyries: Winter, Summer, Fall, Spring, and the Shadow. They all have their enemies, they all have their allies. We go to War against another once every hundred years, and the Rising Year, the worst one yet, is to make its approach in a matter of months. To tell anda what it's like would scare your dreams wild.

For five kinds of feyries, there is five different portals attatched to the Earth, taking us roaming feyries back to the world we belong in. Buria, for the Winter feyries; Stravaganza for the Summer; Sentenia for the Spring; Ceroza for the Fall; and simply the Shadowland for the Shadow feyries. There are multiple portals all around, and all it takes is a flick of the wrist and a couple of feyry words to make one appear anywhere anda desire. Not one letter of our language is known to mankind. But the Laws... many feyrie hunters, also known as the Lethyals, know every sentence of the Feyry Law Book. A demon of Satan, many centuries ago, made multiple copies for our enemies to gaze upon, and our enemies placed them into the hands of the humans. Now the Lethyals know our punishments. And for years they have lured our kind into deaths that any feyrie shivers to think about. The 5 major Laws to abide sejak are:

#1: Do not speak in feyry language in front of a human.
#2: Do not let a human see the feyry language on paper of any sort.
#3: Do not think atau speak about feyries when anda are near a Lethyal.
#4: Do not enter Lethyal territory.
#5: Do not, sejak any means necessary, get on an iffatuated level with any human that crosses your path.

There are lebih Laws in the Book---1,017, to be exact---and all of them have the same mysterious consequence that is unknown to us.

A consequence I didn't know about until a few months before now.

We shall go back...