Nobody knew that this was coming.

Only the ancient Owlites and the Kat Tribe knew about this.

There once was a book, written by both the Owlites and the Kat Tribe, during a short period of peace. Margrel and the greatest Owlite Sage, Cyper, foresaw it. The book contained the secrets of Cradle. How it would predict and change the course of Cradle's future. The book, now lost forever, is only known by the spirits of the kats. It was the almighty Book of Storms.

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Impostoclaus guarded a group of young gremlin orphans. A few knights stood guard for extra support. These were the only beings left on the entire planet. The walls of snow grew around them. Visibility was minimal, their only shelter were two pieces of metal. One on top, and a piece of clockworks floor on the bottom. The rest was snow. They struggled to survive. Day after day, their only food were tiny pieces of wolver. Their only blankets were their clothes. The sheer cold had surrounded them. The sheer cold had engulfed them. They had survived like this for only one year. One day, while some of the knights braved the cold for food, one of them found a book with a lightning bolt crest on it. Along with the small amount of food, they brought it back to their shelter. It was written in ancient runes, so old that even Impostoclaus had trouble translating it. Impostoclaus spent day after day reading the ancient book, until he translated it all.

"The only way to survive", Impostoclaus said, "is to destroy."

Along with the help of the natural mechanical traits of the young orphans, the group found more pieces of clockworks scrap, and dug their way down to the core. They braved snow, hail, and frigid temperatures, until they found there way to Firestorm Citadel, now vacant and freezing. They descended through the citadel, they passed rags of Lord Vanaduke's clothes, and fragments of his mask. They were completely blue with cold and surrounded by ice. Still, even though the temperatures were getting close to pure zero, the group found their way to the core, now a large ball of ice. No gears moving, no churning sounds. The core was silent and eerie.

The few knights that were there raised the book, and threw it down into the core. When the book made contact, a huge, fiery explosion happened. The group shielded themselves with the few pieces of scrap that were left, and when the explosion was gone, the core was gone. they were on the surface of what once was Cradle. Cradle was now blown to smithereens, but every part of the destroyed planet was warm. The ice melted into water, the water penetrated the soil, vegetation grew from the soil, and the group thrived and prospered.

The group had defeated the sheer cold that surrounded and punished them for over a year. But the cold will be back, but not for a very long time.