Malohaut
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*From only knee high, he could not see much in the dense forest, but that did not stop the snowflakes from drifting down towards him. A very bundled and warm Chivah ran circles around his mother's legs; never had a child enjoyed such pure joy. He could have played and ran and laughed forever, but a hand placed on his tiny shoulders stopped him, and he looked up. A finger on father's lips indicated it was time, and Chivah crouched low. With a nod of agreement, mother and father stood side by side, looking off into the distance. But what they were looking at, Chivah could not see.
Father moved his arms as light began to well up in his hands, and it was gleeful to watch. In a swift, jerky motion, he sent his hand forward and a bright ball of fire shot out into the woods. His motions repeated as an angered growl echoed from the distance. The shaking of the ground and the approaching grunts frightened Chivah as he ran behind a tree. Father sent off another fireball and continued his casting as a large blue head could be seen over the treetops. It was a glacier giant, one who seemed to be frying alive. Mother also moved her hands with poetic motion, and sent her palms skyward. A fierce storm of lightning lashed out at the incoming giant sending more throngs of thunder and yelps echoing through the valley. Between the onslaught of fire and lightning, the giant's massive body finally failed, and it fell to the earth as a lifeless hulk.
Mother and father cheered with joy at their victory. It was so wonderful to see the love they had, and their passion for sharing life together as they hugged. Mother turned to summon Chivah, but she stopped. Her beautiful face changed from a joyful smile to a zoned out expression. She collapsed in fathers arms as a large arrow could be seen sticking out of her back. Father held her close and cried as her life slipped away in his very arms. A sudden noise caught his attention as a pair of tearful eyes looked up. There, in the distance, charged a pack of axe welding trolls, but little Chivah saw no more as he turned and fled with great fear. He ran and ran and ran as he heard the sad howls of trollish victory behind. Finally, his little legs could run no more and he collapsed to his knees, weeping sorrowfully. He was fortunate that he was not heard as his tears wearied him and sleep overtook him.*
From the distance came Amalgrimm, finally, and Chivah new that the ceremony was about to begin. His painful memory slowly faded away, yet it left behind a single tear of remembrance.
Father moved his arms as light began to well up in his hands, and it was gleeful to watch. In a swift, jerky motion, he sent his hand forward and a bright ball of fire shot out into the woods. His motions repeated as an angered growl echoed from the distance. The shaking of the ground and the approaching grunts frightened Chivah as he ran behind a tree. Father sent off another fireball and continued his casting as a large blue head could be seen over the treetops. It was a glacier giant, one who seemed to be frying alive. Mother also moved her hands with poetic motion, and sent her palms skyward. A fierce storm of lightning lashed out at the incoming giant sending more throngs of thunder and yelps echoing through the valley. Between the onslaught of fire and lightning, the giant's massive body finally failed, and it fell to the earth as a lifeless hulk.
Mother and father cheered with joy at their victory. It was so wonderful to see the love they had, and their passion for sharing life together as they hugged. Mother turned to summon Chivah, but she stopped. Her beautiful face changed from a joyful smile to a zoned out expression. She collapsed in fathers arms as a large arrow could be seen sticking out of her back. Father held her close and cried as her life slipped away in his very arms. A sudden noise caught his attention as a pair of tearful eyes looked up. There, in the distance, charged a pack of axe welding trolls, but little Chivah saw no more as he turned and fled with great fear. He ran and ran and ran as he heard the sad howls of trollish victory behind. Finally, his little legs could run no more and he collapsed to his knees, weeping sorrowfully. He was fortunate that he was not heard as his tears wearied him and sleep overtook him.*
From the distance came Amalgrimm, finally, and Chivah new that the ceremony was about to begin. His painful memory slowly faded away, yet it left behind a single tear of remembrance.