Chapter 22 - Chapter 21

While Newar was particularly always shrouded in the storms of the ice, there were days that the sun peeked through the raging clouds and bestowed a generous heap of sunshine upon the people of Newarfa. This was one of those particular days that the sun decided to grace the surface with its orange and yellow. An unreal sort of heat was pulsing through the walls and it looked a different form of life in the castle of Newarfa this particular day. The golden walls of Newarfa shone and the castle was wrought with particular activity today. The strong bass of a cello vibrated through the floor of the room and up to the feet that connect their hearts to the ground. And their hearts vibrated to the tune as well.