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Countless realms away... A pale white foot touched down on a grey, rocky hill, followed by another. A chink, the sound of metal clinking together sounded. Kor, who had been staring into the clear stream (that ran through the hills) looked up, her eyes bleary, running with tears. "Who are you?" "I am called Ka'rauk'tii. Do not be afraid of me." "Why are you here?" "Your sadness." "What do you want with it?" "I have never felt sorrow. I wish to, as you do now." "How can one have never felt sorrow?" "...I am not quite sure. But please, do not be angry with me." "For what?" A cry echoed through the grey hills. Then there was silence.

"Ah! another soul calls to me, this one of sadness." Winter muttered. A crack sounded, then he was gone.

Winter laughed. "Tell that to your companions." he said, deflecting a flying dagger with his hand, which appeared to be made out of the same material as his wings, the fingers appeared to be oddly shaped blades, but still functioned as a human's would.

"Your friend. Her anger, her hate, her regret called me." Winter leaped off the ground spinning, his wings deflecting the knives that were shot at him.

"Look behind you, one who calls storms." @Nathrangking Winter, impossibly fast, had twisted out of Nathranking's charge, standing behind him. "Channelknight, as I have told you, I am Winter. I want nothing from you."

But the creature isn't there. "You all make a mistake."

"I consumed her, Channelknight. I apologize, seeing as she was your friend, but there is no reversing what has been done. As for you, little one with even smaller daggers, you amuse me."

"Pointing your sword at me?" the thing sighed. "I suppose I should return my name. From where I come from, I am called K'arauk'tii, (the white death that blows), or Winter, in your language. That friend of yours was stronger than most." he said, wiping the blood from his mouth and chin.

"I believe it is proper human manners to state your own name and title first." the man says, amused. "She was your friend?"

A tall, lean figure stood facing away from them His hair was light grey, his skin was white. from his back sprouted a pair of metal wings, like thousands of knives instead of feathers. he turned, his iris bright, yet deep red. A bit of blood dribbled down the corner of his mouth... And Mordred wasn't there

Yeah thanks for sharing it!!

(Someone shouts from the background, where Mordred had gone to mope)