The Last Winter - Part One

• Before the days of the watchman, and before the forest spread till the horizon,there lay upon the wretched forest floor a limp figure that lacked the slightest thread of hope.
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  Yet once he had been a hero among men, greater than any that has wallked the earth,.

  but those days had past, he was now a mere reflection of a man drained of all emotion, save pity for himself.
  • For there was no pity from other sources, even the birds would tear the skin from his flesh,

    and the beasts gnaw at his limbs.He was the reason for their disease, and he would be the cure for their hunger.
    
    
    The light flooded in through the trees, even though the sun was blotted out by the smoke belched out by the cities. The smoke was not a natural smoke, it came from deep, dark places in the very bowels of the nearest city.
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    All that it touched soon withered and decayed.Few were left alive at this time, but those who were hid away in fear for their lives.
    But not him...he was destined to lie there till the sun was taken down from the heavenly realms,
    and the the stars turned their backs.