Prologue
Seasons come, and seasons go. When winter leaves, it becomes the start of a new year. Many people like the different Seasons. Many say it depends on the month and season in which they were born. For others, it doesn’t matter what month they were born or what season they got, sometimes they would prefer a different weather. It all depends on their likings. In the land of seasons, there were four kingdoms. Each ruled by a different King and Queen. The four Kingdoms were Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. Everyone got along, and there were no issues between the royalties of the seasons, at least that’s what one would’ve thought. They all knew the cycle of the seasons. While each season owned their own land and had their own kingdom, which were located in different parts of the world, neither collided with each other for very good reasons. The King of Spring and Summer, shared an amazingly strong friendship and alliance, since they both shared a similar weakness toward Autumn and Winter. Amongst each season, Spring was one of the most delicate seasons, which was strongly protected by the kingdom of Summer. Even if Summer wasn’t as delicate as spring and still caused aging before the last two seasons, it still had its vulnerability. But they weren’t the only ones who maintained a strong friendship and alliance. Both Autumn and Winter also shared a similar type of friendship, since they were both known as the death of years and seasons. Although all seasons shared similar differences, they would still make an effort to find someplace safe, where they could gather ‘round and communicate with one another, since by law, they were strictly prohibited from crossing into one another’s land. During one of their meetings, they discussed the issues and concerns they were having with villagers migrating to different kingdoms..
“Neo, for generations people or each kingdom have transferred over from season to season without the knowledge of the outcomes,” The King of Winter approached.
“Migration you mean?” King Neo asked, in a calm and gentle tone.
“Yes. Migration. We, as rulers of the seasons, are strictly prohibited from passing borders, but how is it that our villagers are able to migrate from season to season without causing any harm?” Winter asked.
“Whittaker, you worry too much, my friend!” The King of Summer said, laughing in glee.
“Shut your mouth, Helio, or I’ll make sure, Summer loses its reign forever!” The King of Fall threatened.
“Cadar, please. Calm down. He means well,” Neo said, hastily trying to calm him down.
Neo was a gentle King, kind, timid, giving, and generous. He was slow to anger and had great patience with everyone and everything, which probably made him vulnerable, like his newly blossomed flowers. One step of rage and betrayal, and they could be crushed to death.
“If it weren’t for your weak and pathetic speeches, I would have already crushed you and your kingdom, Neo!” Cadar growled furiously.
Neo sighed and looked up at each King.
“Look, the villagers are completely harmless. They don’t carry the responsibilities in which we have been entrusted to do, that’s why they are allowed to move around freely and choose to migrate to a different area,” Neo replied, calmly.
“It’s not like us, where if we step to a different kingdom, it can ruin the whole season there. It’s the same if we were to touch or get close to each other,” Helio added in a more serious tone.
“That’s why we have rules that protect us. So long as we follow them, we should all be fine,” Neo reassured them.
