Farewell *

Two months passed since what was termed the most dramatic 'Selection' since the establishment of the Kingdom.

The Coronation was scheduled to happen a month later on the night of full moon.

The bright year began with rains, and storms, and thunder. It was forecasted by the wind and water circlers working at the Royal observatory that the situation more or less remain the same throughout the year. 

But the people of the country, or the Confederation were not surprised whatsoever. Years like this would come every decade. It was sort of a foreshadowing of the real calamity that was to come a couple of years later.

The commoners would grow special crops that could live in these adverse conditions throughout the year. Though it would be less profitable than the other bright years, at least the harvests would surpass that of any of the frigid years

Midnight. Clouds barricaded the little light shone by the moon from reaching the earth below.

*Rumble*