Twilight fell late in the tiny village of Amberlight. So high on the mountainside were set the few brown chalets along the valley. But in the topmost space, at least a bit far from everyone was a huge single cabin. Its gable catching the last red rays of sunlight, holding them flashing on burnished copper slates and small bright circular window-panes long after the valley below slept in the shadows of night.
Amethyst walked closely beside Cronus and Uri as they reach the cabin. She can’t help but be amazed at how the lights from this huge cabin glitter like a chain of jewels on that side of the mountain. Each circular window was a separate garnet set in gold; the yellow bulbs perfectly laid out around the cabin; while above the flashing band of gems towered the rocky face of the mountain
