It was cold. No, it was beyond cold. It was freezing. Ares had wrapped his arms around himself and was suddenly cursing himself for refusing the large blubber blanket that had been offered to him before he had been led out.
He was standing atop a cliff, looking down the edge of it. He could see for countless miles ahead and to the side. Everything was covered in a sea of white except for a fairly large glacier in the middle. The glacier itself was perhaps larger than the entire town of Rivea.
In the middle of the glacier was a tiny figure he could barely make out through the thick block of ice. It was no doubt a baby encased within ice.
Ares let out a soft sigh, his breath forming ahead of him.
"This is the kin of Peros-sheis," the older woman, Roffa had said to him.
