Chapter 1: Fateweaver - Cold - Chapter 1
The young boy woke up to a crackling fire, his eyes squinting as he tried to adjust to the sudden brightness. Blinking rapidly, he noticed that he was surrounded by snow and ice, a frozen wasteland stretching as far as his eyes could see. He shivered uncontrollably, feeling the chill of the air deep in his bones.
As he looked around, he saw a middle-aged woman with pure silver hair tending to the fire. She wore furs and leathers; her face was lined with deep wrinkles and scars. Her eyes, however, shone with a bright blue light that seemed to defy the darkness and cold that surrounded them.
The woman turned to him, and he saw that her expression was stern but not unkind. "You're awake," she said in a voice that was both soft and firm. "You must be freezing."
The boy nodded, his teeth chattering. He tried to speak, but his lips were numb, and he could barely form the words. The woman chuckled softly and gestured for him to come closer to the fire.
As he inched towards the warmth, he noticed that he was in a small, cramped cabin made of wood and stone. The walls were lined with furs and pelts, and he could smell the faint scent of herbs and spices that wafted from a cooking pot that hung over the fire.
The woman ladled out a steaming bowl of stew, and the boy eagerly accepted it, savoring the warmth that spread through his body. As he ate, he noticed that the woman watched him intently, her eyes scanning him from head to toe.
"Your body is not strong enough to withstand the cold of the Agrehim Mountains," she said finally, her voice low and serious. "You were lucky to survive the blizzard that brought you here."
The boy swallowed, feeling a sudden surge of fear. He had no memory of how he ended up in this frozen land or why he was here. All he knew was that he was lost, alone, and completely helpless.
The woman saw the fear in his eyes and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, child," she said softly. "You're safe here with me." But you must rest and regain your strength before we can figure out what to do with you.
The boy nodded, feeling grateful for the woman's kindness. He settled down beside the fire, feeling the warmth seeping into his bones. As he closed his eyes, he heard the woman humming softly, a lullaby that seemed to soothe his troubled mind.
For the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of hope, a spark of light in the darkness of the frozen land. He knew that he had a long way to go and that he was far from home, but he also knew that he was not alone. And that was enough to give him the courage to face whatever lay ahead.
The woman then spoke.
"My name is Alia; what is your name, young man?"
The boy thought for a second before answering.
"I think my name is Adrian,"
Alia nodded and smiled.
"You have a good name, young man."
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