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This could only happen in Arinar during New Year’s—snowstorm. A year ago on this day, I lost my big brother to this deadly storm. He had ventured out to save few kids from our village. He was a brave and courageous leader, the King of Blades. His brave deed saved the kids, but due to low visibility, he accidentally fell off the cliff and died. The responsibility of his duties soon fell upon my shoulders and I was the hope of many novice blade dancers. Sadly, I was nothing like him. I was playful, careless and lazy. I knew I’d inherit his title someday, but didn’t think it’d be so soon. Although I was trained by him, I was not confident. I was forced to embrace my new duty and transform into a serious person. I lost my smile. I wished my brother hadn’t died. I hated snow. This year the snow storm struck again. I was summoned by the village chief to venture out to save two families stuck near the cliff. I agreed. Maybe it was my turn to die. I did not care, since my life was empty. I found the two families crying for help from inside a caravan. The horse that pulled it lay dead in the snow. I began pushing the caravan in the direction of a slope that led to the village, where others waited to receive them. It was heavy. I cursed the storm. My brother would’ve easily saved them. I pushed with every bit of my strength and succeeded little, but my hands bled. The caravan successfully went down the slope—but I lost my grip and rolled away, far from the village, down the same cliff that had taken my brother's life. I was dead. Or so I thought. My eyes opened and I found myself in a cozy hut, my wounds bandaged. A man in a fur hood and cloak was wiping my face. “I heard you've surpassed me,” he said, his voice familiar. I studied his face in shock. “Brother?!” His right eye was missing along with an arm. I cried. I wanted to hug him but could not. “You're alive! Why didn't you return?!” Despite his pitiful condition, he smiled. “I'm useless now. I knew you'd take my place. Look how strong you've gotten! I'm proud of you, Eggy. You are shining, whereas my light is gone. But I'm very happy. Returning would had only hurt me, watching you all train while I sat in a corner miserably. Eggy, carry on my legacy. I believe in you,” His words melted my cold heart. He was proud of me while I wasn't. My heart was at ease. Finally, I felt warm and happy. I smiled after a year. “Let's go back,” I said. “We’ll shine together, brighter than ever,” He cried. The cold around us felt warm. The cruel snow storm that had separated us, reunited us a year later.

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