"In Carsden? Are you sure?"

"Mhm, hmm. Yes, quite sure. I know my own words, just as you know your own self,"

"Does she know what happened? Does she remember?"

"No, not yet. It will take a while for everything to come back, no doubt. Your task is to bring him here when you believe it is necessary to do so," Two multicoloured eyes twinkled at Fletcher, green and blue and red and brown all at once. They were magical, he'd always thought so. How else could such power be explained if not by magic?

"I will," Fletcher had replied, dipping his head respectfully.

"Very good. Now go, I expect you back soon. Don't leave an old friend alone for too long," They smirked jovially at Fletcher and then waved him away, stepping backwards again into the edge of a small stream they had been standing in not long ago.

"I'll make sure to visit you, with Summer in tow of course," Fletcher laughed before he dissolved into the wind, bringing with him a gust of leaves and fresh morning dew freshly pulled from the strands of grass below.

He'd flown up and over the valley, watching the river below him shrink in size until it was merely a blue line in the distance.

Now, he stood behind his bar, cleaning a glass thoroughly so it would shine like new when he put it back in its designated spot. It was dawn outside, and the town was only just beginning to stir. Fog hung low over the buildings that morning. It added a sense of mystery and danger to the air.

Fletcher hadn't been back to the valley in a year or so. He'd gotten in contact with the person he'd met within it, but he had yet to see them again in the flesh.

Instead, he'd spent the last year figuring everything out. It had taken him a few weeks following that visit to work out who exactly Summer was now, and how they were coping with life - whether or not they knew of their past. It was a difficult game to play, because he could go off of little but traces of magic, and intuition. Past likes were often shared between lives, but how could he get everyone in town to try grape juice without it seeming incredibly suspicious?

Fletcher was at a loss, until he suddenly began to realise.

There was a boy in town; Darwin. He was young, twelve, maybe, and he was easygoing and friendly. Fletcher had often thought he was like a miniature sunshine; bubbly and excited just to be in the world. They'd been friends for a while, and from the very beginning had got on like wildfire.

Fletcher had always felt oddly connected to Darwin, but he'd never really put the puzzle pieces together until he paid attention. He noticed the rooms did actually brighten when Darwin entered, he did actually make everyone happy just by being present. His personality wasn't just sunny; he was the sun. He was Summer.

Fletcher had realised all of this over the course of a few days, through seeing Darwin around town. It became obvious to him once he began to recognise some of the old mannerisms Summer had had, before she'd fallen under whatever ailment it was that had lead to her death.

Fletcher had tried to hint at the idea of the seasons with Darwin, but the younger boy didn't seem to know what he meant. This told Fletcher that he hadn't had the dream yet; he didn't know who he was, or what he could do. It sometimes took a bit longer to happen, especially after such a violent death.

It was difficult for Fletcher to figure out what he should do, who he should tell about what he knew. There were the other two seasons - Spring and Winter - of course, but he wasn't entirely sure whether they'd be of help, if they'd even be able to. He wasn't completely sure where either of them were.

He was the messenger between all four of them a lot, and he did put effort into keeping all of them updated on everyone else, but that didn't make it easy to keep in touch.

The last Fletcher had heard of Spring, they were living in a place far out in the countryside, far from any kind of civilisation. Fletcher had paid Spring a visit a few years previously, not long after he'd remembered who he was. Spring had been going by Deroxys then, and had been nearly one hundred years old.

Spring changed everything about themselves with each life. They liked the randomness of it, the unpredictability. Spring was all about living on the edge, where the guarantee of a tomorrow was never really there. Spring always lived an exciting, travel-heavy life. Fletcher had joined them once, and had realised quickly that though it was good, it wasn't really for him. He preferred building relationships with people, even though they may be fleeting in the grand scheme of things.

After Fletcher had went to visit Spring that last time, they'd kept in touch through calls and texts. Then, the calls had started going to voicemail, and the texts had gone unanswered, unread. Fletcher had travelled down to see if everything was okay, and when he'd got to where the cottage Spring had been living in the last time, he found that it was gone. There were no traces that a building had ever been there at all, or that someone had lived in the area. He'd left after an hour of searching. His best guess was that Spring had relocated, or died.

If Spring's house had been created using their abilities, it was very possible that it had dissolved with them. Fletcher had always seen Spring as being a very self-sufficient individual, so it didn't surprise him that they would build a house out of themselves, rather than their surroundings. He'd always admired that quality.

Winter was probably the hardest of all to track down. She went by Kira most of the time from what Fletcher knew, just as he went by 'Fletcher' when he could. The Overseer helped to keep these things consistent.

Kira was elusive in each of her lives. She kept to herself, and she checked in once in a while. Fletcher was the closest to her of all three of them, maybe only because he made sure to find out what she was up to periodically. He trusted her, and she trusted him, he hoped.

He hadn't been able to find her for quite some time, which was kinda worrying, but at the same time he had gone longer than this before without finding her. It was never the easiest thing in the world to track Kira down.

With Summer, Fletcher faced this same problem. He couldn't contact anyone that could help him out with bringing Darwin in on his powers.

He'd had to do it alone.

He'd closed the bar early one night, and managed to find Darwin. Then, Fletcher had told him everything, including information on the other seasons. It had been a lot easier than he'd expected. Darwin has been stunned, understandably, and he'd had a lot of questions, but there was nothing Fletcher couldn't answer.

It was always easier to come to terms with everything when there was someone else there. Darwin would still have the dream at some point, Fletcher knew, but at least now he'd be better prepared for it.

It was around this time that Fletcher first felt a change in the air in Carsden, two year's before the disappearance of Maggie Rose. He'd thought nothing of it then. Surely, it was just the feeling of a new season coming into their power? That always caused a shift in the air.

If only he'd known then just how wrong he'd been.