How a Hero Is Made

That winter was unusually bleak and bitterly cold, cold enough to pierce the bones and freeze the heart.

The old man breathed his last, like a candle flickering out at the end of its wick.

The young man wiped at his reddened eyes.

Master, I’ll protect that woman for you, find that man for you, and wield that sword for you.

The changes and struggles of four generations

The grudges and torment of three generations

The love and heartache of two generations

One generation’s fight!