This is part of a little trad I did with my sister
This story tacks heavy insperashon from wolf chelgren and a bit from wolfs rain but still I hope you ingoy this
P.s depending on how this is rosived I may or may not do a secwal of this
A cold wind flew frow the trees to a village where mothers pulled and called there children inside their homes for thy knew what it meant. War was coming and if something wasn't don soondoom wood befall their people. but not all hope was last for there is one that could stop it before all is lost and there is hope no left.
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