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Winters Wind
Legacy Name: Winters Wind


The Glacier Kumos
Owner: cassygee

Age: 13 years, 7 months, 3 weeks

Born: August 30th, 2010

Adopted: 6 years, 11 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: May 18th, 2017

Statistics


  • Level: 201
     
  • Strength: 503
     
  • Defense: 367
     
  • Speed: 206
     
  • Health: 206
     
  • HP: 206/206
     
  • Intelligence: 130
     
  • Books Read: 127
  • Food Eaten: 6
  • Job: Professional Lab Cleaner


The world was a cold, barren and lonely place. That’s how he’d come to like it, though. He didn’t have much of a choice. Glistening white snow blanketed the ground, the trees which made up the forest surrounding his castle were black and devoid of life. Cold winds whistled through their skeletal remains like whispers of the dead. The people of the village had abandoned it long ago; he was lord over a dead fiefdom. He exhaled, even his breath seemingly bereft of life’s essence.

Spring’s warmth no longer came here, nor did the summer sun, or autumn breeze. Winter reigned supreme. He moved about the castle on his own, barely glancing at the frozen tapestries hung on the walls. How long had it been since he’d seen another living soul? His foot hit the corpse of one of the castle guards who had stayed. Without warmth, decay never set in, the body perfectly preserved in the cold. The castle was now an elaborate tomb. And he was buried alive.

It must’ve been a decade, at least. The witch came one night on the Summer Solstice. He’d been a fool to cast her away when all she’d wanted was to peddle her wares and tell fortunes. For his insolence, the entire kingdom paid dearly.

“A curse of death and cold upon your land, and another – immortality for you, dear King,” she’d said. Or something like that, anyway. He didn't remember exactly what she had said. The point was that it was the witch who had brought winter’s wind to his lands. The people left as it became apparent that they would all starve if they remained.

But… what was that light, there on the horizon? The dawn? No. It was already midday, so far as he could tell. If he’d had a spyglass, he might’ve seen the figure of a man astride a chestnut horse. He would have seen the light and warmth radiating from him, an inferno brought to life.

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