Sotalapsi "It was cold, and it was dark." Snow fell around the lone warrior, clinging to his blood-red cloak. The snow storm had covered most of the remnants of the battle that had taken place the day before. Mustajää walked silently around the broken and already forgotten battlefield. Red banners swayed from side to side in the wind. The lone warrior stopped and looked up at the full moon, he thought back to the raging battle that he had fought, it was not his first, and will probably not be his last, and that hurt him. In his heart he felt that it wasn't right..he just knew it. The wind whistled in his ears, it was loud, and yet he heard something
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