Snow Falls At Fire Pavilion

PROLOGUE:

"The second time the morals caught a glimpse of the god of peace and war was in the era of the Great Nation War.

A moment when the nations had broken out into a blood thirsty battle that had claimed millions of lives worldwide. A clash of nations. It was a moment where no land was safe from the vicious attacks and blood pouring of one another. The rich had mounted on their horses and rode the land, ending lives so as to keep what they had. And the poor were dragged into their dirty games, manipulated into dancing along. They were trampled upon in the end.

The mortal world was in chaos, it was the highest crisis to ever be faced amongst each other. And things were terrible across lands. The poor couldn't obtain a meal, people were dying. Kids were being sold off, little boys were taken off into the army to die on the field. Girls were given off to enemy armies in exchange for different things.

No where was safe.

The people had cried to their gods. But years and years of crying to their gods, all to no avail. They got nothing, as though the gods had turned their backs on them.

It was at this moment of the world's doom that they saw him. The god of peace and war.

The sky had gone red and the beautiful image that appeared before it was a tale the eye could never retell.

A young man appeared in the sky. A young man adorned in a multi coloured linen stood in the clouds. His bare foot soothing into the clouds in white fluffy smoke. He glowed from where he was above. His pretty delicate face shone like the brightest star that never appeared in the sky since the war broke out.

This young man had a silver sword in his right hand and on his left he held a bouquet of flowers. His dazzling eyes rested on the common people and his hairs danced in the winds.

And just like that, The god of peace and war had ended the years long war with his presence and thus restoring peace to the whole world at this moment.

And that my dear grandson, is why he stands as the most worshiped god across the moral realm"

The old man smiled as he came to the end of his brief narration.

His little grandson was holding onto his hand while leading him up the tricky mountains. They have already gotten to the top after a while of climbing.

"Is that why you always come to him to make your prayers Grandpa? Because he's the most popular?"
The Little kid asked.

Grandpa smiled "Everyone prays to him. Like I said, he is the most beloved and worshiped for what he did in that very year. For saving us all" He smiled as they moved.

They had gotten to the cave where they had come to pray. In the cave stood only a statue and some flowers offered below. The grand statue of the god of peace and war. Standing aloof with his sword in his right and bouquet of flowers in his left. His eyes were still as pretty as they were in real life. Staring into the eyes of his visitors, ever so welcoming.

"Now that you told me his tale. I shall forever admire him!" The kid expressed as the old man laughed. He went to put his flowers down to the statue as he said some prayers.

"But. He is called the god of peace and war, Why only present him with flowers? Isn't he a warrior as well? I'm sure warriors doesn't like flowers" the kid protested.

"He prefers flowers the most"

"How do you know Grandpa? Have you seen him before? Did he tell you?" Queried the inquisitive young boy.

"Let's just say he does prefer them" The old man smiled as he continued his prayers.

He was done when he turned to the kid who stood there staring at the huge statue of the god of war and peace.

"But Grandpa, did he just end the war with that harmless look and flower in hand? He didn't weave his sword? He didn't destroy anyone?" He inquired.

Grandpa smiled as he stared at the statue "Yes he did. That's another mystery. Now come along, let's get going before it gets dark"

"And grandpa! One last question. I promise it's the last"

He Knew it wouldn't be the last of his questions but he agreed anyways "What's it?"

"You said..the second time the people saw him.. so there was a First time? Right?"

Grandpa Chuckled "How smart of you to catch that. Sure yeah. There sure was a first time"

The child's eyes widened in amusement "Really? When was that? What happened? What did he do?"

The Old man smiled as he shocked his head "I fear that my son, is a tale for another day" he turned as he made his way off, chuckling.

"Tell me now! Oh please tell me! Oh tell me please! Tell me!" The kid pestered the old man as they walked down the mountains.