Mother's unconditional love

Orfilia’s pov

The chilling breezes are blowing enormously, and the howling silence of the dead telling their story of the previous battles. The ears are full of silent screams of the people who left behind after the wars.

The dense fog is covering the battlefield and the tiny droplets are freezing on the eyelashes. I am feeling anxious and helpless, even when the whole thing is standing with me. It begins the inevitable and there is no turning back to it.

The collapsing of the icebergs in the blue ocean reminded me of the collapse world of ours, fascinating and disturbing at the same time. Time had the power to manipulate everything but we, the pawns of destiny, had no control over this time, though we could fight our way to lead a battle or a life, it won’t be enough to control the time in hands. It slips from my hands like dried sand.

At the top of the world, everything seemed so tiny and minute, but the same things appeared huge and bulky when we were on the ground, below zero… sho