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Chronicles of Vallador: The Gathering: chapter 1

Chapter 1: Ben The Vale of Hundreds slept. It was early autumn, and two moons shone down upon the northern valleys from a clear limitless black sky. It was the last mild autumn before the Winter of Storms that assailed the land every seven years. Slowly, the land began to turn white, though it was not from the light of either moon. It began on the hilltops, but inexorably spread to all but the deepest most sheltered hollows. It turned trees to pale ghosts, stilled all movement, and turned water to ice. The land froze, a hard, silent, white, weakly reflecting the equally cold light of the stars. The morning came, slowly at first, revealing a white hoarfrost that blanketed the lands. It was unseasonably early and was to be the first of many! * Ben emerged only slowly from his deep slumber into the brisk morning air. His mind was confused. He had difficulty remembering where he was and tried to find a memory, something to build a reality upon, something to help him climb out of the fog