158 The Holy Library, But a Price Will Follow

Nicklaus groaned, he no longer felt cold, he felt warmth, he stirred awake groaning once again as he slowly opened his eyes and met with dark skies. When did it get so dark? And how long has he been unconscious? He forced his body up in response so that he could get a better look at his surroundings, but then he felt the ground with his hand, he quickly lowered his gaze and found grass? It was warm and fresh. He looked backward and found the same bluster he was in just a moment ago, this was two seasons playing at the same time, right before his eyes, what sort of wonder or magic was playing right before his eyes?

His eyes trembled as he rose to his feet, his gaze still at the snow up ahead and then his eyes trailed the ground seeing the trail of snow puddles and then to the path he was in where there were grasses, he have never seen something like this, for it was so wondrous and magical.