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Freljord the Frozen Matter

I am the winter storm. I am the frosted ice. I am the cascading snow.

I have lived a thousand lifetimes. I have watched the world begin in fire, end in ice, and be reborn again. I have witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the collapse of civilizations, and the birth of nations.

I am the guardian of the Freljord. I watch over the icy plains and protect those who live here. The fury of the earth and the bite of the wind do my will. None can stand against my frozen might.

And yet

I am afraid.

I can feel it in my very being. I can feel it in the frozen land, the frosted waves. The Ursine can feel it too; they were always close to the earth. The ever-gentle yet powerful magic that permeates the land is crumbling.

The ice is sick.

Something evil has come to the Freljord. Corruption is spreading through the glaciers. I can feel it slowly choking me. Not once in my thousand lifetimes have I felt such malice and corruption.

Lissandra.

The Ice Witch, corruption incarnate. She seeks to bury to world in darkness and ice, and to destroy everything I hold dear. I had thought the Frozen Watchers long gone, perished by the hand of the ancient heroes. But Lissandra has revived them under the guise of the Frostguard, corrupting them from the inside until there is nothing left of the once-noble tribe.

I was blind to her rise, believing the Freljord was safe under my rule. I did not realize her growing strength until it was too late to stop. The tribes have roused themselves; the Avarosan and the Winter's Claw standing united against the threat. I fear for them, for they do not yet realize the extent of Lissandra’s power.

As the ice turns ever blacker, as the heart of the Freljord falls to corruption, I feel my own power waning. I hold little hope against the might of the Ice Witch, but seeing the creatures of the land unite against the evil gives me strength. I will fight to my last breath, my last iota of magic, my last shard of true ice, to protect this land.

O winter, heed my call. As the last Cryophoenix of the land, I will do everything in my might to protect the Freljord. The Watchers shall be banished once more. The world shall know peace.

We shall not be defeated, for I am the Freljord. The frost and the icy wind do my bidding, and the freezing earth is my home.

I am the winter's bite, the glacial storms, and the gentle snowfall.

I am Anivia.

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