
A Silent Dawn
On the snow-covered street leading to the market, Azara sang. It was the only song she knew, a song no one else had heard before. She focused on the song, her voice filled the afternoon with shades of sadness and nostalgia…
On the snow-covered street leading to the market, Azara sang. It was the only song she knew, a song no one else had heard before. She focused on the song, her voice filled the afternoon with shades of sadness and nostalgia…
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.
Deep darkness had covered all the land on that moonless night, and all of the other clanspeople had long retired to their tents. Only a grandfather and his granddaughter remained, entertaining the campfire with tales of heroes of ages long past.