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In the land of the Ice Flight,

A frozen expanse stretched out of sight,

A landscape of snow and ice,

Where blizzards howled like banshees' cries.

Majestic mountains pierced the sky,

Their peaks obscured by clouds up high,

Rivers snaked their way through the land,

Carving canyons with a steady hand.

Ice formations glittered in the sun,

Sparkling like diamonds, every one,

Frozen lakes reflected the light,

A mesmerizing and breathtaking sight.

And as the snowdrifts gave way,

A new landscape came into play,

The Cloudscrape Crags, jagged and steep,

A perilous climb, no place for the meek.

The Cloudscrape Crags loom tall and grand,
Their peaks and cliffs a rugged land,
Where dragons brave the icy heights,
In search of treasure, fame, and sights.

And from the crags, a winding path,
Leads down to Winterborne's hearth,
Where dragons of all colors meet,
To share their tales and daily feats.

The town is busy, filled with life,
Amidst the snow and frozen strife,
A place of warmth and camaraderie,
A beacon of hope in a land so icy.

Homes of ice and crystal gleam,
In the sunlight's shimmer and beam,
The streets alive with dragonkind,
A community of hearts entwined.

The Pursuers of the Past, a group so wise,
In ancient ruins, they seek out the lies,
Of long-forgotten empires, lost to time,
Their knowledge, a wealth that's truly prime.

In crumbling libraries, they pour over books,
Piecing together histories, with curious looks,
Tracing the steps of ancestors long gone,
Their thirst for truth, forever lives on.

Amidst the frozen peaks, so steep and tall,
The Pursuers of the Past heed the call,
Seeking relics of a time long gone,
In icy caves, they tirelessly don.

Their tools ring out against the frozen walls,
As they search for treasures, both big and small,
Ancient artifacts of a forgotten age,
Their passion for discovery, a burning sage.

They brave the winds and the biting cold,
For their quest is one that's truly bold,
To uncover secrets buried in the ice,
And bring the past back to life.

With pick and shovel, they dig and delve,
Into the depths of a frozen well,
In search of answers to questions old,
Their journey never-ending, forever bold.

Upon the darkest night, they roam

With lanterns glowing like a dome

Guiding lost souls to find their way

Through snowy hills and icy fray

Their light shines bright, a beacon clear

For all those lost and wandering near

Through perilous paths and unknown lands

They lend a helping hand

With steady steps and fearless hearts

They journey forth, from end to start

Their duty calling, ever strong

To lead the lost and right the wrong

The Lantern Bearers, brave and true

Shine their light on all they do
A symbol of hope in the frigid night

A guiding force to lead to light

In the Snowsquall Tundra, beyond the Crags so steep,
Where the wind howls loud, and the snowdrifts creep,
Lived the Whispers, a quiet and solitary folk,
Who sought nature's beauty, and her secrets to evoke.

They lived in harmony, with the land and each other,
And tended to their gardens, like a devoted lover,
Their magic woven into every blade of grass,
A peaceful life, away from the world's tumultuous mass

But whispers carried, like the winds that blew,
And news of the outside world, they started to accrue,
Of the upheaval and the strife, that ravaged the land,
And they wondered if they should offer a helping hand.

In Winterborne's walls of ice,
Silence reigns, the absence of life,
No more music fills the air,
No more laughter, no more fanfare.

The Fae dragon, Solis, is gone,
Leaving Winterborne all alone,
Nix and the others, they try to cope,
But the loss of their friend, they cannot elope.

Days pass by in somber gray,
With Solis gone, it feels like decay,
The town that once was so alive,
Now struggles to just survive.

Their once-great leader, now just a name,
Solis, the Fae dragon, of fame and fame,
The one who brought them all together,
Is now gone, like a fading feather.

Silence echoes in the Crags and beyond
For Winterborne's absence, all respond
The Pursuers' paths lead to an empty keep
The Lantern Bearers can't find the warmth they seek

And even The Whispers sense a change
In the stillness, something feels strange
The isolation of Winterborne's walls
Spreads a chill that grips and enthralls

For the first time, the land is still
No laughter or music, only a chill
Winterborne's disappearance leaves a hole
In the land that once flourished as a whole