Chương 65: Chapter 65

The two boys and one baby stood by the edge of the captivated audience. The storyteller began the tale, and so the story went…

Admits the piling snow, the flurry of whiteness, when the winter was coldest. Three travellers were going against the wicked winds. No one knew why these three travellers dared to risk it all and come to a faraway cold land. 

Two travellers, barely passing their twentieth winter, huffed, groaned, and complained. They had no clue what the man leading them had in mind. Each time they asked, the oldest of them, the leader said, 'you will know soon'.

The two young ones were on the edge of their patience. Their stomachs were empty, howling like the sound of the wind surrounding them. 'Twas then, when the youngest of the two fell to the snowy ground, they saw a shadowy shape lit with lights. It was a village.