The Horizon View

From Changeling Venue

The rains came hard in August, 2007. Day after day of rain, wind, and lightning pummeled the broad farmlands, the university’s grounds, and the residences of Sycamore and DeKalb. It was on the news. People had to be evacuated due to flooding, and the Kishwaukee river – often scoffed at as barely a creek – swelled from its banks and made its presence known. Within days, however, the disaster had ended, the waters receded, and the citizens of DeKalb went about their lives.

The Lost, however, were not so lucky. The storm was not a simple, mundane event. The clouds were drawn across the sky by huge, black-winged Thunderbirds, their eyes flashing lightening, their screeches bringing rumbles that shook the ground. The Summer Court, near the height of its power, couldn’t believe the sudden arrival of the Gentry and their flying terrors, but they took up sword and shield nonetheless, and rose to the challenge.

This is the story the Winter Court tells, now, because the Lost of the Spring, Summer, and Autumn were swept away that week like so much debris on rushing floodwater. Some were snatched up by sickle talons, disappearing into the roiling skies. Others were thrown about like rag dolls, or drowned in a few feet of muddy water. Perhaps those were the lucky ones; most were taken away, never to be seen again.

The Winter Court lived to tell the tale because when the thunder sounded, the Winter Lost hid away. Now, they have to rebuild. Will the other, surviving Lost trust the Silent Arrow? Will the thinned ranks of the other Courts be able to hold?

(copied from the Barb City website)