The Moon Goddess's Blessing

The smoke from the burning southern catapult wagons drifted lazily toward the eastern cliffs, carried away on a gentle, sub-zero breeze that seemed to clear the battlefield of its bitter stench. Across the three miles of the frozen fjord, the aftermath of the brief, ferocious clash was plain to see. Over two hundred southern cavalry mounts wandered aimlessly across the ice, their reins dragging through the snow until northern handlers…