Galafrost 17/12

Winter has arrived, winds howling and regular rains..

I bought some wolf pelt coat and finally got a reason to wear my snake skin gloves and boots.

It was a nice evening in The Three Headed Ettin, Lots of adventurers to hear their stories and have an entertaining evening.

On the table with me I got the ever lovely Sheryl, sweet Gegrun, the party splitter Levion and the suspicious Menace.
We were having a few hot drinks enjoying the tavern warmth with the evergreen decorations and Candles put around everywhere to slow the approaching darkness that comes early this time of the year.

We got the opportunity to go to a winter festival hosted by the Galavir elves, that Sheryl told me so much about them and their very unfortunate predicament and how they are slowly recovering from it.

We decided to travel that day, and on we went till evening came in haste, Sheryl done some impressive protective magic, but I knew I had to start hiding what's happening to me, so gave an acceptable but empty reason why I would be giving watch and during my small task I noticed the glint of metal in the sudden appearance of the moon and lots of eyes staring at me but my speedy and sudden movement made scatter and run away and I couldn't find them at all, gave a small warning to the group but all was fine so we went back in, me joining too just as I burned my secret pain.

In the morning we managed to make Gegrun dress up his armor properly so he doesn't get frozen to death again and we went on.

Note to self : Be wary of future given fudge!

As colours and shapes looked too funny for some time at the beginning of the journey.

We arrived at an area which we went through a veil in it. Seeing beautifully coated land with ice and a couple of really athletic elves, only one of them seems to be armed. But I always knew that looks can be deceiving.

After introductions , Ice Skiing and some weird magic affect from Gegrun as usual. We arrive to see a beautiful village with everything looking made or shaped from Ice, seeing some of the folk with curious magical skills.

We get introduced to an absolutely ancient Elf whose looks were definitely can only be explained by saying Really Old!. I saw mischievousness in his eyes and knew what would be the best gift I could give to a person like and he absolutely loved it.

We went and signed up for a few games that I helped in a couple, one was building an ice castle with Gegrun which build on design of his temple with a comic addition of a camel with demonic eyes, but Sheryl's and Menace's Za suulian design was wonderful.

Then helped Levion in some speed decorating that I had no idea what I could do, so I just followed his lead, getting the win for the team, as I got gifted a beautiful ice necklace for helping out.

No one realizing I still had many tricks up my sleeve. Once we jumped into the playing field that was a part of the frozen lake, I changed to look as if it had melted confusing the elves, especially our opponents who kept trying to undo my magic failing at it's strength.

We play and I manage to terrify our opponents showing my true form that apparently I missed quite a few of the new feathers growing.
Between Sheryl and Levion who managed to score each. After a lot of dealt confusion and fear to our opposing team we won with a score of 2 to none for us.

We won amazing potent healing potions and got invited to attend the rest of the festival.

Next day I woke up feeling some new magic coursing through myself.

When we all gathered around the fires, I listened to the amazing stories of those elves and their impressive deeds, making sure I commit them to memory. That's when the mischievous elder gave me a look and said if I would be interested in sharing a story to which I agreed to.

I stood up looked at everyone seeing how intently they looked at me in expectation and a thumbs up from Sheryl I started saying

" Let me share a story with you. A story of valor of a young maiden against a demon from the pits of hell , Of love from the heavens, of anger of a parent and Of a story that has yet to end!"

As suddenly while story is being told the flames from the middle start dancing in the middle and a shape of a woman holding a sword facing a hellish creature with massive wings. The womanly figure fought but it looked as if she was dancing a dance as she won the fight the figure falling to the ground another figure from the sky started descending with brilliant wings came to the ground and embraced the woman.
The flames erupted and a new scene appears The young woman almost given the shape of being older holding a child with the man with the brilliant wings holding them both lovingly, another eruption happens and the figures shown are of the two winged men facing each other almost as if flying in the air, as the larger figure slaps the smaller one, grabs his wings and black wisps of smoke envelop them as the young man drops throw the sky into the fire.
The large figure dissipates the young man stands up just above the flames with his black wings looking to the sky with a look of anguish and pain he dissipates too. The final scene erupts from the fire as the young man hugs the woman and leaves a massive manor to find his way.

As the flames calm down Mathew looks down as he sits in his seat lost in his mind unaware of applause happening around him.