Fantasy

The cutting of frost taking over the body of every soul it came by. The day went dark. The world went quiet. Suddenly a voice, echoing through the vast forests and the fearful cities of Ayleirim, reaching into the ear of every helpless body. A weak glimmer of life was born, growing stronger and stronger overpowering any light of this world. A power to big for this world. A blinding flash of white swept across the land of Ayleirim, reflecting off the eye of every human, animal and creature. The voice came again, it was of no modern language, turning the spines of everything as still as solid stone.