Frostbound

Chris

The sun rose on yet another day and I sat to watch it. Even the stray thought that so many weren't here to see it didn't dampen my mood. It was a fact of life that I was getting better at dealing with, sadly enough. We fought and some didn't make it. That was life.

The fact none of my family were among the fallen was the only reason I could be so cavalier.

If one had... I wouldn't have been sitting here watching the sunrise. I don't know what I'd be doing.

After walking the battlefield, I went to all our prepared transportation to preserve the bodies. All who left Frostheim with me were to be given a rightful sendoff.

Their coffins glistened in the morning sun as light reflected off the pristine Ice. It was something of a personal thank you from me. To encase them in Ice of my own making for the trip home.

It made me rub the ring on my hand.

I had given it to Gabriel before the fight, luckily, as I usually wore it on my right hand. He protested taking it but it was good that he had.

Placing the hill and using the ring were just another thing I had put off until the City was finished.

The more I thought about it, the more cases of me doing that popped up.

"Gabriel," I called.

He wasn't far away as both he and my mother were nearby watching the same sunrise as me. They likely had wildly different thoughts running through their head, though.