The hot summer days of Ziironie do not nearly compare to the winters of Yance. I think I might have died the second I stepped of aircraft, but if Zufu could cope with this for her entire childhood I think I could cope with the cold for a week. A week. It wasn’t that long was it? I just had to get The Last Phoenix and bring it back to Ziironie. Then all would be well. Easy.

I took a deep breath, reached for the steel bannister and took my first step down the familiar steps. How many times had I boarded The First. The hefty price of machinery glides on wind, floats in water and hovers of ground. A maze of concrete rooms and steel walls and yet on the outside it seems a shiny, brass plate. Ahhh what wonder. It’s beauty would never fail to impress me.

I heard me footsteps eco around me as a strode off The First and over the vast wear-house floor. Seas that I have sailed, skies that I have flew and all the mountains I have hiked and yet nothing would prepare me for what I was about to face. Snow. Oh snow… things of picture books, looks quaint from a distance, soft and white, but when the huge, warehouse doors swung back with a clatter I would not ever recover from the blizzard I saw. The general Ziironie breeze was one thing, it raging sun another, but boy I had never seen Yance’s wondrous snow.