“—It was the fourth time we were fighting over that bloody hill. The lord thought it’d be a good idea to try it in winter. I was young, didn’t question the orders, or who they came from. The day of the battle this blizzard rolled in, straight from the icy heart of some forgotten hell. We did our best to fight, but it was only a matter of time before everyone was scrambling for shelter. Ended up in a small cave with my enemy, huddled around a fire just like this one, thawing out our blackened fingers. We didn’t speak the same language but we understood each other’s pain just fine. I don’t kill for kings no more, only for myself, and only when I have to.”

~ Envisioned by a Hero