Halonar

The Blizzard

Corvin stood on the king's pond outside the throne room. He wasn't standing in it or near it, he was standing on it.

The fish moved under the translucent ice below his feet. One would wrongly assume that with no proper snowshoes or grip boots, that Corvin would slip on the ice. But alas, he walked upon ice as if on any other surface. The blizzard around him thickened, the wind whistled so fast that he couldn't hear anything else except his brain.

He had found out about his ability to control ice when he had been thrown into a river by an elder hero, as an apparent punishment for being annoying. He had hit the ice hard instead of landing in the water. He had later found the man who threw him into the river and punched him with ice around his fist, then threw him into the river.

But that was only his earliest memory. He remembered that he learned to slide a boat down the river at top speed. One of those days was the day he met Zaya. She joined him in riding down the river in the old boat many times.

They later got married.

Then they argued. They argued a lot. They argued about many things. They argued about Zaya being infertile, about Corvin's anger management. They argued about him joining the Iron Legion.

Then, the storm of conflict seemingly passed, and everything went back to how it was. At least, that was what Corvin felt. But unfortunately, he was only in the eye of the storm, because one day she left, and didn't come back.

Technically, she didn't divorce him. A spouse had the option to leave immediately, and in doing so, would forfeit shared finance, custody if there was a child, and property. She gave up all of it just to leave without a warning.

And now she was dead.

The ice cracked underneath his feet, causing the fish underneath to swim away. The fish were rare and probably exotic species. Which was funny, because Corvin had eaten fish like these at a guild convention.

Oberion stood at the front, he had a stern grin on his face. Maybe Leand hooked him up with something. Oberion just stared at Corvin, not with disappointment or anger, but with amusement.

That just made Corvin angrier. He wanted to hurl a frost blast at Oberion, but killing the king's general was something that the king probably wouldn't let him off the hook for.

Still, It would be satisfying to turn Oberion into a living statue, and he realized that he didn't really care about what he did to the king. In fact, him being at the pond would have already resulted in his execution if he were a peasant. And Oberion knew that damn well.

So why did you have that shit-eating grin then? He wondered.

He noticed the fish below him had stopped moving completely. He stepped off the ice.

He took a deep breath and looked back at where Oberion had been standing. He curled his fists in anger. He was no longer there.

Everything is the fucking same. The quests, the monsters... He thought.

Corvin had tried. He really had. But it seemed the more he tried to push, the more life pushed back against him.

Zaya had not meant anything to him. He had only married her because he saw other people do it. He was a god. A god doomed to observe and envy people below him.

"Hello."

A man appeared on the ice. He was a good fifteen feet away from Corvin. He squinted, trying to identify the man through the clouds of snow.

"Who are you?" He asked. Corvin didn't feel threatened by the man, he was simply curious as to why he was outside in such temperatures.

"I am the new tactician for the King, Hero Corvin."