“Why have you come?” the figure asked in a hushed voice, clutching the bundle tightly
A cloaked figure trudged through the deep snow. A full moon glowed in the clear, dark sky and an owl hooted loudly as it peered closely across the snowy landscape. There was hardly a sound that night, only the crunch of boots against icy snow.
The marching figure held a bundle underneath its arm as it approached a small, simple home that was shrouded in darkness. The other homes showed signs of the wealth of their inhabitants and wisps of smoke floated from their chimneys. But not this house. No smoke drifted from its chimney and the front door looked like it had been patched up many times.
Silently, the figure walked up to the front door and stood there for several long moments. Suddenly there was the sound of hoofbeats and the figure whirled around. A royal carriage approached, led by two black horses. It was driven by a soldier who wore a long, black ponytail and an axe slung across his back.
“Why have you come?” the figure asked in a hushed voice, clutching the bundle tightly.
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