North



North is the spirit of winter, they are constantly fighting with Oras for control over spring. but if they didnt fight the summer would be too long and dry up the planet. or if oras didnt fight the planet would freeze up. with this balence is maintained.

(theme song: Paradise-Coldplay)

(made with Aspenanimations :D they are (here))

The Lady of the Rain


April showers bring May flowers but the children still sing, "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day." Small drizzles, thunderstorms, she makes them all in hopes that the flowers will continue to bloom.

MidnightSpark the midnight Ferrikki Fairy.

In the dead of night, while the moon shines bright,
MidnightSpak, and her dear companion Blues,
travel through Astryl's Meadow, leaving surprises,
for you to find.

A loyal Elf Forest Guardian to help protect nature and keep a stable balance between all things. Caring and nurturing to all in need, and a warm hearted companion.

And when you looked at her and her decor of leaf greens and life sustaining blues, you to acknowledged the way she stood out.

She reminded you of rain and thunder, of the un-tamable. Surely, a season that fought against the clutches of winter to be reborn again. Although this time when you looked upon her the make-up and costume stood out much more.

And it was painfully obvious once one was able to figure it out that she was playing a role. Of course when you met her and she introduced herself as this, omnipotent being, you couldn't find it in yourself to not trust her words.

The first show of kindness and you allowed yourself to be tricked.

But this burden she had adopted unto herself, you didn't know if you wanted to destroy her or allow her misdeeds to be forgiven. To be responsible for, if her word was to be trusted, erasing everything over and over again to allow people to be happy. To undo the same mistakes that kept being made.

But, as long as one's mistakes are not remembered, they cannot be learned from. Even if the world kept getting destroyed, the same thing would happen over and over again because nobody changed.

And now, here she stood before you, trying to explain her actions now. Why she needed to send you out on this journey over and over.

She.. she took EVERYTHING from you. Your memories, your friends..




Your family...



You're hand tightened it's grip around the weapon you'd brought to take out this evil entity you'd been searching for this entire time.. for months.. no. Probably years had passed, who knew how long you'd been replaying this same story over and over, just to return back to where you started. Back to the beginning of the story.

It was Spring all over again, but this time- no matter the results..

You wouldn't forget, even if the world burned for your actions- this couldn't go on.




Not again.

Lady Arashi



Spring is filled with rain and storms, a beautiful calm and a thundering boom. One seen as a beautiful bloom, the other seen as a dangerous disturbance.

Amongst the storms that take place stands the lone Lady Arashi. The one who casts the storms, the one living in solitude. A dark cloud always seeming to hang over the blue hair that shades her eyes kept held close.

Imitations of flowers adorn her body, for she's far too afraid that her storms will drown the budded beauties if she keeps them too close. To admire from a distance is what she has found herself used to.

To bring rain is the job of another, for a simple shower she can not cast. Only Storms shall she cast, whether she wants to or not.

To live alone as the caster of storms is a curse she suffers. To love is to risk the strike of lightning far too close to the one she cares for. That is a risk she can't take.

To be a storm is to be cursed as a dangerous beauty that must be kept isolated. Lady Arashi has become accustomed to her curse and accepts that her beauty is one that seems to scare many, that to be alone is her fate.

To admire beauty from a distance as she watches from afar the flowers she shall not touch bloom, day by day.

To watch as lovers cover themselves as they run from her approaching storm, taking shelter as she watches with a meek smile. For she shall never have love, but her storm shall bring lovers together.

Closing her eyes once more, she smiles ever so faintly. She sees the beauty that others are far too distracted to see. She cannot touch, but she can see and perhaps her curse isn't as bad it may seem.

Lysandra The Lilac Fairy



Lysandra is a lesser fairy, chosen by the spring guardian themselves. She is new to the whole thing, but she is tasked with making sure the lilacs bloom on time, and die once it is over. Since she is a lesser fairy, she doesn't have all the things most greater fairies do, only her companion butterfly, and her hair lilacs. Every fairy grows their wings more when they climb the ranks. Lysandra is watched by a helper of the spring guardian, yet she does not know at this time. Her tattoos are a reminder of her job, as they glow when it is her time to bring forth the lilac blossoming, and they hold her power. Every once in a while, when someone stops and picks her lilacs, she flies after them to make sure the flowers bring the human joy with their beauty and scent. She is not mean spirited, actually hopes humans pick her lilacs. She knows that humans find them pretty, and as long as nobody kills her bushes with ill intent, she will not be angered.