You started like
all the rest
of us.

We traveled to
village after village,
looking for the same thing;

A thing called "Opportunity"

We did lots.

We plucked strings,

Washed dishes,

Got beat up.

We did all those things.

 And then it came.

Like a torrent of chaos
and blood bath.

It crushed us.

Broke us.

Ruined us.

The north wall crumbled.

It Burned and burned 

and continued to burn day after day.

Then it froze when the ice came.

After a few years, 

we were part of it.

We fought against the 

ice, within the ice.

 And with every thrust of my blade,

my eyes would see them as men of straw-

like the ones that used to hang on the wooden pillars.

I was cold and hurt and hungry

and tired and afraid.

You were too.