There once was a mystical kingdom deep in the forests. There was a beautiful queen by the name Astasia. She had long, flowing silvery white hair and a billowing gown of the softest silk whiter than snow. She was pale, but her eyes, alas her eyes were as blue as the ice in the North. Piercing blue eyes that could stare into your soul, yet could calm the waves of even the roughest storms. Like most, she was elven. Her pointed ears and antlers nearly decorated her already perfect self. Queen Astasia was the picture of perfection. Except one thing. Her closest and most trusted friends. Her sister, Shadow, was the exact opposite of our beloved Queen. Head of the Armies, she wore black, with her pointed ears piercing her long black hair. She was ruthless, cruel, and unforgiving, staring her enemy down with her dark purple eyes. Yet we respected her because of the Queen. To the Queens right, her most trusted advisor, Sherlin, would rule over the Kingdom while she was away. Sherlin was young, with long light gold hair that was lighter then straw. The Trinity of our Kingdom, the Kingdom of Yalewen. Then one day, the Queen vanished. Night lasted longer then day and without our Beloved Queen, the Dark Winters came and stayed. She has yet to return, Sherlin and Shadow by her side.