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The wind howled in the streets of Kamadan and seemed to follow him in even the smallest corridor. 
 Noah had tried trick-or-treating once more but it turned out to be as futile as last year.
 Nobody would give him or the other children candy in this city.
But there are always heroes and the they are given candy by the townsfolk, he thought to himself.
His father had told him that he should earn the candy and not just ask for it. “Here is a scythe. Now go fetch yourself some candy son. “ his father said. But Noah was no fighter and did not have the money to pay for mercenary heroes.
 He had been trick-or-treating for hours but he was mostly ignored.
 The most he ever got was a sad smile and a pat on the back.
He felt like everyone knew something he did not.
 Dissapointed he returned home and saw it for the first time.
 It seemed like a shadow but Noah was not going to take any chances.
 He knew the stories well, perhaps it was Kjelhe the chained, Hulgard the weary , Greir the frozen or any of the other monsters.
Noah was frightened beyond belief and convinced that it was waiting for him in the mist.
He ran and kept running but the footsteps kept coming back.
That is how he ended up shivering in the small pathway between two houses.
Too afraid to check what had been chasing him for the last hour and too tired to even lift his head.
He could hear the footsteps, faintly at first but they soon got louder and louder.
Gradually he became calm as he took comfort in whatever was approaching him it would be there soon.
The last few steps were loud as thunderclaps and only the omnious breathing remained.
Noah was no longer alone in the corridor and he could sense that it was now standing right in front of him.
Determined he raised his head to take a look at his doom. He was shocked, nothing could have prepared him for this. A pumpkin head? This must be the mad king, he thought. 

The Last Snow

Tears of Iron chapter update yet to come but in the meantime I will show you a small poem that will play a larger role in the story.

The Last Snow

At daybreak in chain mail sparkling.

The swords pushing him to dark dale.

Hungry for the broken crown, if the last snow falls.

Glory and fame that he collects, if the last snow falls.

But even ice has a shadow, when the last snow falls.

The general of the steel ages, when the darkness falls.

Hope you like it, any critiscism is welcome.