SNOW-LADEN WINDS HOWLED across the desert. Through the blowing snow, Carling and her companions shivered as they trudged southward, away from the shelter the fishing village of Madiera had provided, and into the storm. The white sands of the dunes were now covered in snow, and the wind quickly concealed the travelers’ footsteps as they shuffled along.
The downcast group of travelers, made up of two Duende riding on the backs of two Centaurs and a Faun trailing behind, were headed toward the Hills of Henesee. The oddly shaped and colored hills stood between them and the village of Duenton, one of the two villages in Crystonia, beside Madiera, populated by the little race of half Fairy/half Humans known as the Duende. It was there they hoped to find protection from the evil Heilodius Centaurs who sought Carling, one of the Duende among them.
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