« It was the early morning after the storm when he saw her sitting in the snow, staring out into the distance, far beyond the frozen hills. It was as if she was waiting for someone, now and then running her shimmering eyes over the vastness of the winter landscape going into the endless distance in every imaginable direction.
One of the things that caught his eye to such an unusual picture was the sword, which the girl eagerly embraced with her whole body, as if hoping that its dense and cracked blade might warm her.
The sword. So familiar, conjuring up thoughts of something ancient and powerful. But as soon as he thought about it for a second, his thoughts rushed away like a mel...