"And you?" Aik asked softly.
The response came from the snow forest not far away, a sudden string of footsteps.
They turned around, and standing on the snow were familiar figures: Blo, Heim...
Uncles and elders who once drank and fought alongside his father were now approaching like marionette corpses.
Father drew his sword, roaring as he charged at his former brothers.
The snow turned blood-red, the roar pierced the night sky.
Aik turned back for a final glance; that was the last time he saw his father.
Eduardo "witnessed" the end at dawn...
Aik staggered alone through the vast snowy forest.
He fell, got up, and fell again, never to stand again.
Those small feet were long stained with blood, yet before falling, he clung tightly to a badge and an overburdened short sword.
As if guarding something, or waiting for someone.
Sunlight poured through the forest gaps, casting a silent farewell on the small, stiff body.
The scene halted.
