Rain was hardly rare in the central kingdom. Unlike the far south, which reflected the arid temperament of Sahir, or the far north, which was chilled by its close proximity to the Waste, the center of the kingdom was a perfect blend of both. Usually, rain accompanied the height of spring. Light showers to encourage the newly budding flowers to grow. To have it this late into the year - and in winter, at that - was unusual. And this storm was far from expected.
The windows were fogged, covered in water droplets. Wind rattled the glass as the storm outside raged. I placed my hand against the cool glass. It felt like a lifetime since I had last seen the rain. After spending over half a year imprisoned in the dungeons of the Castle of Dreams, the season for rain had come and gone. A small
