[RPG] The Snowflake, An Orphan and His Fire.

[Chuong Huynh]

Thalathafn rode slightly behind his unit, watching in amusement as Captain
Ruprecht and the Keepers attempted to fend off the snow ambush of the
village children. They had be instructed to not harm the locals, never the
less it was rare to see the men at such ease. Peace was on the horizon.

Their pace was slow as his horses hoves left deep imprints in the soft snow
which covered the forest path. The occasional breeze brought down a truffle
of snow from the branches of the towering hemlocks before him. The sun shone
through the canopy but its rays cold and bleak. Thalathafn pulled his heavy
cloak tighter around his neck as he swayed in the saddle. Another year had
come to pass and unlike the previous, Arcaea had turned the tides. Having
been reduced to a mere capital and the perimeter woodland, Arcaea had grown
immensely during the year. Then the thought hit him, like the bushel of snow
that broke over his dark blond hair. It was done, Arcaea was safe. He never
thought it was possible when he left Cathay to defend his mothers homeland,
besieged on all sides. Now it was done, his sense of accomplishment was
quickly overshadowed by a sense of emptiness. What more was there for him in
Arcaea? It was his sense of honour that brought him there and his sense of
duty that retained him. Now what will the future hold to keep him?
Thalathafn pondered as his horse trudged through the snow laden path
westward.
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