The small child looked up at the child like statue. The robes seemed to flutter about the statue though the child put it down to her imagination. She remembered being told by her mother that many of the villagers would pray to The Maid for long summers and short winters.

"Mama, do you have a name for this?" She asked, catching an older woman's attention.

"To explain one of the twelve aspects of the creators of the world would mean to explain all twelve of the aspects of the creators of the world." The woman said, glancing up at the statue before smiling slightly.

"I've only ever seen this statue though." The girl said, looking back up at the horned figure. Her hands were in the shape of the Aries sign, resting against her stomach. "She looks beautiful," the child added.

"Aradia, The Maid. It is said that she brings the long summers and the short winters. Aradia was said to be the first of the twelve beings to start creating our world. She and her eleven friends found our dead planet and created a new world for us. They were said to have been refugees of an old world that was destroyed. No one knows what kind of race they may have been from but regardless of who they might have been, many gather here at the change of the seasons to pray for the best harvest that they can gather." The woman said softly.

"But what about the other beings? Who are they?" The girl asked, glancing at her mother.

The woman shook her head. "Perhaps when you are older, you shall see what the others have done." She mused. "The Maid is all you need to worry about. Wish for long summers and short winters. As a child, you should be blessed with such things. The others that follow Aradia come throughout your life. They all have residents here but they may or may not show up right away." The woman murmured softly.

The girl looked up at her, innocence in her eyes as she nodded happily. "I hope that summer is extra long this here, and that winter never comes." She decided, smiling at the statue before turning and darting off, having spotted a friend.

The woman bowed her head, glancing back up at the statue. "To a child, all they need is The Maid and all the innocence that comes along with her. They do not know the need for hope, miracles...the hardship that comes along with life. May The Maid make the summer longer if only to shed warmth on those around us."

The woman walked away, the statue seeming to move as the people cleared away. A child like shadow darted into the area, eyes bright. "The summer shall remain long, as long as you believe that it will happen."

It was said to praise The Maid for making the summer seem to last two years. Though in the darkest parts of the world, the snow still fell, the long summer seeming to not last everywhere.

The small child looked up at the child like statue. The robes seemed to flutter about the statue though the child put it down to her imagination. She remembered being told by her mother that many of the villagers would pray to The Maid for long summers and short winters.