Elden Shiverthorn pulled his tattered cloak tighter against the wind. The cold didn't bother him anymore, not since the change. He walked the frozen roads of Wyrmshadow alone, searching for his sister. She had fled three winters ago, the night she saw what he'd become. His pale reflection in shop windows made him understand why. But he had to find her. He had to show her that beneath the white hair and hollow eyes, her brother still remained. The town square held a crooked notice board near its center. Twisted wood spiraled up its frame, casting strange shadows. Elden reached into his cloak and pulled out a folded paper. His message was simple: he wanted to meet. He pressed the note onto the board between requests for work and notices of lost pets. His sister had always checked these boards in every town. Maybe she still did. The next morning, Elden found a reply pinned over his own note. It gave directions to a lake and mentioned a boat with glowing lanterns. His hands shook as he held the paper. She had answered. The boat waited at the shore just as promised, its warped wood and curling prow unmistakable. Lanterns hung from crooked ropes, their light pushing back the fog. Elden climbed in and pushed off, rowing toward the far shore where a building waited. The lodge stood alone across the water, its walls bent at odd angles. Inside, a stone fireplace crackled with warmth. Elden stepped through the doorway and saw her standing by the fire. His sister turned, her eyes wide. She didn't run. He pulled back his hood and waited. After a long moment, she took one step forward, then another. No words came yet, but she was here. That was enough for now.