A sapphire blue sky draped over Arkhandia as a small framed maiden walked through a golden field, one that seemed filled with corn. Her slender fingers glided over their surface, providing her so some type of satisfaction as her gaze roamed over the landscape. She then halted at the edge of a cliff, aquamarine waves hitting against the ashen gray facade every now and then. As her amethyst orbs observed the horizon she grew absentminded, her thoughts occupied by an upcoming project of great value. The ruler of the kingdom had heard of her talents and the creativity she used to conceive certain jewelry, so dared to request a particular concept.

After a few supplementary breaths of salted air she would exhale deeply, attempting so to shake the anxiety off. The item she needed to create...