The girl sleeps soundly as the two gems flicker faintly in the light of the oil lamp. Her father gently kisses her forehead and draws the blanket over her shoulders. He quietly cracks the door open and prepares to leave. He glances at her one last time. The cold blisters his skin as he turns and closes the latch to the door. He looks up at the sky as black as ink. The long night has lasted weeks now. He cannot remember seeing the sun. Nothing shows in the sky anymore not the stars nor the moon. He can faintly making out the twin stars barely visible one blue and one red.
He unties his trusty steed. He gently pats its neck and promises it." Just one more journey friend and then we can rest" he says gently hoisting himself into the saddle.
He takes up his old spear a deadly but beautiful weapon. His thumb traces the ancient carvings and runes knowingly. The spear faintly glows and the warmth returns to his body. Engraved around the spear is its message : Even in silence there is hope.
The horse trudges through the snow covered streets to the city gates. Alone he passes through them. Even the guards have retreated inside the towers against the bitter cold. As he reaches the crest of the hill a foul wind howls. It chills him to the bone, his spear dims. His horse rears slightly breath steaming in the air. It passes momentarily but he understood it for what it was. A warning to turn back.
He cranes his neck to turn towards the city and looks up upon the bluff. The two statues battered and beaten by the merciless blizzards. Half covered in snow they still stand defiantly against the frozen ocean.
He turns back again his faith renewed. He treads a lonely path to the north where a new evil has awoken. It had whispered a name along with the warning of wind. It called itself.....
Pain
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