She looked around quickly, to see if anything had been taken. There weren’t many people left above ground, but Sara knew there were a few stragglers left behind, clinging to the past just like herself. The abandoned home was an oddity—not a single broken window, no busted doors, and everything seemed intact. Inside, dust covered […]
“I miss the music,” he thought. “The women used to sing such wonderful songs. Full of power and beauty.” Only now was Taro beginning to regret his long journey, as the nightly winds chilled his weary bones.
May the gods have mercy on this child, he thought. In a few moments, he knew the gods cared not for his prayer. The blood was still warm, and refused to freeze. With a solemn face, he returned to the home and made his announcement to the parents: the girl has Iceblood, the blood of the Iceborn.