Where snow falls. (Contest entry)

[Alphonse]

Alphonse sipped his warm cup of water as he leaned his back on the wooden wall that was a horse caravan. The man next to him sneezed as he pulled a woolen blanket closer to his chin. A women next to him coughed silently as she tried to breastfeed two little twin baby boys. Alphonse took another sip of water then offered it to the women.

"You look exhausted, this will help" he whispered. The women went red and nudged her head down to the suckling twins. Alphonse grinned and very gently he picked up the nearest boy, tugging away carefully so he wouldn't damage the women.

"Thank you" she said as he took the water and began to drink it. Alphonse nodded his head and began to cradle the boy as he sniffed and silently wailed for his mother's milk. Lifting a gloved hand he slowly placed it over the boy's forehead and patted it slightly making the boy gurgle and go silent.

"I can take him back now." came the voice of the mother. Alphonse look up, shocked to hear the women's voice but he smiled and handed back the child to the women. "You seem to be good with children." said the mother as she placed the two boys into a large basket and covering them with a blue blanket.

"When my brother was little, I used to treat him like that all the time, of course he needed it." whispered Alphonse. The women laughed slightly as she adjusted the rim of her shirt to cover her breasts. Alphonse hadn't even realized her bare chest and made sure he wouldn't. "I presume those two are yours?" he asked. "Yes" said the women. "They were only born a month ago and they are quite the handful." She looked over at the two boys to check if they were sleeping and then she came back up and faced Alphonse.

"I suppose the father has stayed with the milita?" he asked. The women went silent and gave a slight nod. "He insisted he should stay and defend are home in Andorhal, many of the fathers and eldest son stayed infact."Alphonse nodded in agreement. "Many of my own friends stayed to hold the ground at Caer Darrow."

"Then why didn't you stay with them?" said a voice.

Alphonse and the women look to see the man in the blanket staring at them with dark eyes.

(More to come)

[Alphonse]

Alphonse looked at the man in more detail. Beyond the ragged blanket he could glimpse at a old blue chestpiece that had the marking of a hammer imbuned into it. His hair was messy and his fingernails dirty and bitten into the beds themselves.

"I have places to go to in the lower kingdoms, that's all."

"Gilneas?" he asked.

"No."

"I thought not, shut their doors months ago, Stromguard?"

"No."

"Then I guess your heading to Stormwind then."

"That's right.

Breaking into a small laugh the man lowered his blanket to reveal the battered blue chest piece along with leather pants and rusted red boots.
"I figured everyone," he patted the floor of the wagon. "Everyone is heading to Stormwind, the last damn place in the world that's safe from the undead." Alphonse nodded and looked out of the caravan. Behind them was two more wagons filled with people, with armed men walking beside them.

"My Captain asked me to visit the church there and see if they could spare some of there men." he explained to the man. "So your a paladin then?" said the women who was listening intently. "More or less, I started my training about a year ago."

"My grandad was one of you folk" said the man who seemed more interested. "My brother is to." "I suspect your brother stayed as well?" Alphonse asked. The man nodded. "I may of been the black sheep of our family so I joined the armed milita to watch over my brother's back when he came back from training and now." He reached into a small brown beside him and pulled out a envelope that already been torn open. "My commander reassigned me for recruitment in Northshire, says he wants someone to bring the fear down to our brothers in the south."

Grinning Alphonse leaned back his head and closed his eyes. "We can only hope." There was a long silence until the cry of a horse broke the peace and a man called out. Grabbing his hammer Alphonse leapt out of the caravan and rushed to the where the yell had came from hoping it wasn't what he expected...

(More to come)

[Voljaan]

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[Alphonse]

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[Alphonse]

A large group had formed around the first caravan, guessing that the scream came from there, Alphonse rushed to the scene. People were whispering and pointing and when he managed to push himself through Alphonse knew why.

On the saddle of the first caravan horse was a headless man. Blood was dripping from his neck and his head, which was nearby had a look of shock and terror on it.

"What caused this?" asked a soldier.

"It was an arrow." said another who had just picked up the broken shaft.

"Damn it, was it Gnolls?"

"We'd be lucky, Undead scouts I bet."

"How can you tell? asked the man.

"See those red marks here and here, that's fresh blood, there tailing us." said the other

"Light help us" the man thought. He turned around to face Alphonse and a bunch of other armed but suddenly scared men. "Round up the soldiers, have half protect the caravans and the rest spread out between the front and back lines." The soldiers sprung into action and the commander pulled the man who held the arrow aside. "Get everyone who has or can wield arms to get out side and prepare themselves." The man saluted and ran off leaving Alphonse alone.

"You heard what I just said, we have to defend this caravan at all costs."Alphonse cursed and gripped his hammer. It was going to be a long night."

(More to come)

[Chillen]

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[Alphonse]

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