| The snow covered plains |
| Early dawn |
| As the village greets a new day, the old crow cries atop the pine |
| Spiritually bounded with nature and all creatures, great and small, the |
| Hunting families sense danger as the cry of the old crow continues |
| A rumble, at first loud enough to a human ear, grows into a deafening storm |
| Of hooves thundering across the frozen tundra. Then bursts into the |
| Village, four times five riders clad in in armour black. Swords drawn |
| Glimmering int the awakening sun’s light. Cries echoes. Throats are slit |
| Beautiful bodies fall to the frozen ground and limbs of able men are stewn |
| Across the snowcovered plains. The blood colours the white snow red. Women |
| And children are brought far north. Hidden under the foliage of a majestic |
| Tree, a ten year-old boy. When the shadows ahorse can no longer be heard |
| He crawls out from his hideout to seek his loved ones. Not a sound. Not a |
| Movement. No sign of life… |
| And thus begins the saga of Blood On Ice… |