Summer came and passed, just like the many seasons that had quietly crept by. The seasons turned as if flipping the pages of a well-worn book, autumn arrived, painting the world in shades of amber and gold, leaves falling and swirling gracefully to the ground.
Winter followed with its quiet chill, frosting the trees and fields in delicate silver, and then spring burst forth, filling the air with the scent of blossoms and the promise of new life. Years flowed like this, each season marking the passage of time, until the children had grown taller and older.
Five years passed, but within those years, many things had happened.
The mountainside that had once been nameless was given a name and had become a small town called Velmere, with the Dagon's house being the largest of all the houses there.
