| There is a tale sometimes told of a great battle that took place in a land of deep snows, a conflict between invader and invaded. Though the invaders took the day, too weary were they to take their leave of the battlefield, for the snow was very deep, and the footing treacherous. And so the snows came in the night, killing the invaders as they slept. Of those who fought in that battle, only one man, a villager, survived to make the journey home. Finding a bomb fragment from one of the invaders' cruel weapons, he used its fire to set light to the bodies of both friend and foe, and by that warmth did he clint to life, and by that glow did he mend his wounds. |
