On a snowy and foggy night, there is a legend about an immortal girl wearing a garland of frozen green flowers.
The story begins a long, long time ago, at the beginning of the Third Age. After the catastrophe of Chaos, many small countries were established on Earth. And in one of these small countries, such an incident occurred.
Because of a rebellion in the country, the queen fled the capital with her children, but on that cold winter night, the carriage overturned in the pile of snow, and they had to get off and walk.
The heavy snow like goose feathers kept flying across the gloomy sky, and the cold wind beside the ears cut across the cheeks like a knife, making people feel painful.
The snow under my feet made a squeaking sound when I stepped on it, and then it solidified. There was no other sound except the whistling sound of the wind and snow.
The team walked with difficulty in the snow, moving forward bit by bit, while the wind and snow slowly and mercilessly deprived them of their warmth.
Gradually
Some people began to fall behind, falling into the piled snow, never to wake up again.
The helpless crowd could only move on.
Holding the child who had not yet grown up in her arms, the mother prayed silently, hoping that the child could survive this disaster safely.
You must live, my child.
She muttered silently
Over and over again
In this way, she walked for an unknown distance until she missed a step and fell into the snow.
At this time, the mother no longer had any followers around her, and the wind and snow all around covered everything, making it impossible to see the way forward or back.
Everything becomes cold and silent
In her frozen thoughts, she forced herself to open her eyes and tried to stand up again, but her feet had already lost all feeling.
The mother shed tears knowing that she could not take her child out of the snow
Then he silently hugged the child in his arms.
Pray over and over again
Pray that this child survives.
In her final trance, the mother seemed to hear some sound and slowly looked up.
A girl in a white dress stood barefoot in the snow, with a wreath of frost on her head, looking at her mother who had reached the end of her life.
Please let this child live.
Using all the remaining strength in her life, the mother made a humble request, even if it meant exchanging her own life for it, please let this child live.
The girl looked at her and nodded silently. Then the mother smiled with relief, slowly closed her eyes, and turned into the endless wind and snow in the mountains.
Even in the coldest winter with the most wind and snow, the frozen green branches and leaves are still as dark green as before, showing the tenacious power of life, which makes the local people think about it.
In order to pray that their children can survive the harsh winter, they will also break off frozen green branches and leaves, weave them into wreaths, and hang them in front of the door to pray.
Although the legend about the girl who responded to the prayer in the snowstorm gradually became a distant and forgotten legend, the tradition of hanging frozen green branches in winter has always been passed down, and eventually it gradually became a famous custom on the mainland.
People would organize festivals in the winter when everything was withering and people were unable to go out to work, to summarize the year and pray for the new year, and hanging frozen green branches and leaves gradually became an essential part of the festival.
Sitting beside the bed in the warmth of candlelight, Loran Hill listened quietly to Xia Lanlotte telling stories she had heard in her childhood.
"Then, were there any legends about that girl afterwards?"
"Later, there seemed to be very few. However, some people say that the girl wearing the frost-green wreath is actually the child in the mother's arms in the story, and this is also her own memory."
"However, some have argued that in such a cold and snowy climate, how could the child have survived without the help of an outsider? So, the mother did indeed see a witch standing in the snow. Under her guidance, the mother's prayers were transformed into special protection, protecting the child from the harsh winter."
"This longing will turn into a curse of love, forever surrounding the child."
“It’s a very poignant and touching story.”
The raindrops outside the window continued to fall, and the two people in the room whispered to each other under the orange candlelight, expressing their admiration for the characters in the story.
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On the other side, in the imperial capital Titaneia.
In the wind and rain, the legionnaires rushed through the obstacles in the way and approached the palace regardless of casualties. The sounds of fierce fighting were everywhere, and the shouts of shooting and fighting made the city under the rainstorm noisy and chaotic.
"Charge forward and kill these traitors!"
The leading officer kicked a wooden box and pierced and chopped down the crossbowmen and wizards sniping on the roof. Then he shouted to the soldiers behind him and moved forward, crossing the road checkpoints filled with corpses and debris.
This place is only a few hundred meters away from the palace gate.
Although the equipment and individual strength of the private army in the city were slightly better, the legionnaires who rushed into the city obviously understood tactical coordination better, and their discipline and will were better than those of the nobles' private soldiers and rebels. Under their rapid and reckless attack, the defensive lines were broken one by one, and the destination was within sight.
Rows of soldiers in black smocks had already been standing in front of the palace, forming a solid wall with their shields in hand, and their black spears and muskets were pointed at the periphery, as densely packed as hedgehogs.
Looking at the emblems on the soldiers' smocks, the leading officer immediately recognized their origins.
"The Kahuaia family's 'Silent Guards'."
The Kahuaia family is a well-known royalist among the upper echelons of the empire, and has been trusted by the royal family for generations. Their family motto is "Act in silence", and they are famous for keeping secrets and acting silently, but this time they actually stood on the side of the rebels.
"Fire!"
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