Wailing Seasons PROLOGUE pt. 6

The man’s brows furrowed, and if it weren’t for the half face mask he was wearing, he would have been seen grimacing. Snow…that was a sign of cleansed fates, so said the gods and the fathers of the churches.

Tystram grunted something and trudged forward, adjusting the sword on his shoulder and positioning himself before he raised it. The whole crowd fell silent, and Aaron watched with pride as the sword fell upon the man's neck, and justice was served.

END OF PROLOGUE