Lucidia is at war with the Shadow, a dark force that corrupts the land. Journeying to stop this dark force is the Band of Seasons: Spring the magistrix, Summer the archer, and Fall the assassin--and Winter, the amnesiac swordswoman, travelling from nowhere and to nowhere until she finds her purpose defending the land with her comrades.
The Band of Seasons is said to never sleep in their quest against evil--but Winter does. And her dreams are filled with strange images: flashes of a world she does not know, yet remains somehow familiar to her. When she discovers the truth of these visions, and the origins of the Band of Seasons, her choices may tear the world asunder.
Winter closed her eyes and breathed deep, envisioning herself sinking into herself, into the shadows that surrounded her. She needed to know what had happened, the final reason why she had come here.
The darkness grew red, then grey, then cold, dark blue. The air was thick and damp, and breathing it felt like filling her lungs with water. Winter struck forward in a breast-stroke, her movements ponderous and powerful with her mail. She began to float, and instinctively she bore upwards—but then she remembered why she was there, and struck purposefully downwards, swimming down toward the darkest part of the dream.
Her hands swept forward and she touched solid earth. The air released its grip on her, depositing her gently upon the ground. Taking a deep breath, Winter started shedding her armour. The cold air raised goosebumps below her thin jerkin and trousers. Leaving the metal in a pile like a discarded chrysalis, she began walking.
“I know you're there,” Winter said as she stepped through the darkness. She kept her sword in its sheath, though her hands itched with the urge to come armed in some way. “I wish—want to talk to you. I need to know where we come from. And why I'm here.”
And then she was beside her.