In the heart of the Yazur Mountains, where winter's grip never loosened, the landscape stretched endlessly in a blanket of ice and snow. Ragnar, the eldest son of King Ronald, stood alone, his hand touching the blood-stained ice. The crimson streaks were a chilling sign that something sinister lurked in the mountains.
As Ragnar examined the bloody ice, Eirik, one of his trusted men, approached. "Sir, what do you think happened here?" Eirik asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Ragnar's gaze was unwavering. "This is no ordinary occurrence. We must uncover the truth."
Their journey back to Nuw Land was deliberate, the snow-clad villages they passed reflecting the kingdom's resilience. Homes were built of wood and leather, designed to withstand the harsh climate. Wild dogs roamed the outskirts, companions in the hunt for sustenance.
Upon reaching the grand tent that served as the palace, the intricate craftsmanship of leather and wood told stories of both beauty and hardship. Inside, King Ronald, known by his title Yamir, greeted Ragnar with a mixture of curiosity and weariness.
"Ragnar, what have you discovered?" the king inquired.
Ragnar shared his findings, explaining the mysterious disappearances and the ominous blood on the ice. Yet, the king, skeptical, dismissed it. "It's just children playing, and the wolves are a natural danger."
But Ragnar, unwavering, disagreed. "The legends of Yazur Mazur are ancient and real. We must investigate further."
The king, unmoved, offered no aid, leaving Ragnar to follow his instincts. As Ragnar departed, his subordinates murmured about the complexities of his heritage and the burden of his promise.
And so, the chapter ended, leaving the kingdom to ponder the hero who would not seek the throne, and the mysteries that awaited in the icy wilds.