Description
Icefur has never needed anyone. Not her crazy family, not the Fighters of Justice-she defends the sanctuary of the Valley out of duty alone-not the ridiculous tigers and Dragons who insist on trying to befriend her, and certainly not any of the stupid star-realm, who keep trying to use her to speak to the living. They can do their talking on full moons; they don't need HER. But when she finds herself alone at the Northernmost point of Glássàñdür, as far from everyone as she can go, the Northian lights bring long-lost spirits to her, and Icefur finds herself at a crossroads, with a chance to change the world forever... (Cover art credit goes Falcon, an amazing friend of mine on Scratch! Thank you so much for making this, I'm glad you'll finally get to read the story behind this image :)
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