A small boy, no more than the age of 7, looked upon his clan leaving for the boats to anthos, he tried to scream for them to wait, but none came out but the thin rasps of terror as his family left him behind, he began to sprint down the mountain, running for them, he ran until his sides hurt, so close yet so hard, he suddenly tripped, his face falling deep into the snow, he pulled himself up, looking towards the large mass that seemed to be leaving him, he tried again to scream, yet none turned there head to the noise, may it be they heard but did not care, or they cared but did not hear, he slumped as they began to move to far from his sight, he began to cry loudly, sobbing out into the night, he sat in the snow for what seemed like days, he sat there until his stomach forced him to move, growling and aching for a meal until he brought himself up from the snow, wiping his now tear stained face as he looks around to what used to be the city of his brethren, he began to run home, finding some food in the many basket, leaning against the wall of his home as he quietly begins to think of what to do. Bringing himself up from the ground he goes to get his brothers heavy jacket which was much too big for him, wrapping it around himself as he goes to grab a book from the shelf as he turns to the door, begining his journey.
============SOME TIME LATER=================================
Solies takes a deep breath in, he had arrived, Anthos, he steps off the boat he had arrived on, the /last/ one of Asulon. He smiles up to the bright sun, the cold fitting him nicely as he fixes his jacket, bringing his feet forth to step in the snow as he begins his task to find his family.
((The returning of Tundraks youngest sun, Solies, brother of Sparticus and Eregurn.))