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[sup]art: Miss Summer by Suke[/sup]

Name: Aleordyn

Abstract: A priestess on a mission to summon the Daemon of Winter Silence

Detail: Aleordyn does not remember her birth name. She remembers a farm with horses, and mountains in the distance. She remembers riding alongside her father past the tall grasses and into the hard shadows of the ice-bright cliffs.

She remembered her first sight of the temple: the hollow windows and towering statues carved into the cold gray stone. She remembered standing alone before the entrance while her father's horse kicked snow in the distance.

That night, the Sisters of Soondark Pass named her Aleordyn: Moon Eyes. This was the night her life began.

Aleordyn lived and worked silently within the temple for sixteen years. No one spoke; her voice unused, she forgot that she could. She was happy.

Then came the night of the red sky. The moon and stars lined up perfectly with the slatted windows in the prayer room, and everything was bathed in a gentle red light. The crone declared, with a flourish of hands, that this was the Daemon's message to take the Book of Mir to the Tower of the Sun before the red sky dawns. With this, they could summon the Daemon of Winter Silence to the mortal plane once again.

Aleordyn was pleased to accept the task, with two other Sisters to accompany her. They set off in high spirits, dancing the songs of their temple, their hands in a flurry of conversation about what might happen when the Daemon finally returned.

But the road was unforgiving, and though the Sisters were well trained in combat they were no match for the sickness and the monsters and the cruel human beings that tore them apart. A month after they had set out, only Aleordyn was left alone with the book, determined to find a tower that no one had heard of in an expanse of desert that no one dared cross. The more she saw of the world, the more it frightened her -- and the more she wanted so desperately to find the tower in time, and to blanket the world in soft snowy peace.