As he awoke from his unconsciousness, his eyes where glazed, the light blinding him, the glare of the snow set sun burned his eyes. Laxuir arose slowly, minding not to move his arm to much, the wound was deep and angry, he looked round as he did. He never saw such a sight in his younge life, the aftermath of the bloody battle, now covered with a light dusting of snow, the red of blood seaping through the virgin white of the snow. Laxuir, he in his late teen's, he in his first and maybe last battle, felt a tear roll down his cheek, cold bitter tear, a tear that would be with him till the end of his days, he wanted to find his father in this snow torn land, the wind biting his face as cold as never known before. He stumbled over the red snow bodies, looking and hoping, but to no avail, his father was lost, lost in the frozen land scape, lost in the deep winter, lost in the battle that should never have been. His heart was breaking, his life and soul drifting away from him, he had no hope in finding anyone he knew in the bloody winter snow. Laxuir stumbled over, falling on to his badly injured arm, he let out a cry, and felt the wave of sleep come over him again. The snow came back again, the wind more colder then before, his life was slipping away from him, Laxuir looked to the heavens awaiting valhalla, awaiting the valkyr to take him. The virgin white snow covered his younge body, valhalla opened its doors to him, Laxuir will never see snow no more, never see the blood red snow, never feal the biting wind at his face, he was home, his final resting place. ~rubbermelon~ 24/09/2003 13:46:39