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Murder scene


Trudging through the snow in the dark, a young man in town guard uniform was cold, tired and confused. He stumble about following fresh tracks laid out before him. He could only just make them out under the starlight. He didn't know why he was following them or where he was going, but all he knew was that he couldn't stay still out here, for that would mean certain death. His movements had a hint of frantic urgency and he felt a fear that he couldn't quite explain.

His hands and feet were both already numb and he was shivering badly by the time the tracks lead him to a road, and while he didn't know what to expect, it certainly wasn't this.
In a wide radius the snow was gone and had been replaced by a thin sheen of ice instead. In the centre of this strange circle stood a tall monument to the carnage that had recently transpired here. Twisted shards of ice reach up to the sky standing taller than a man and as sharp as swords.

A feeling of utter dread sat heavily in his stomach as he look at it. This place, this ice triggered something in his subconscious, but no matter how much he try focus on it, it was simply buried too deep for him to see. So he did the only thing he could. He slowly, nervously, circle the jagged ice sculpture.Blood was splattered all over the other side. Dark crimson rivulets running down to the floor. On the ground a headless body lay. A few feet further away, a faceless head. The confused guard quickly turn away as he expel the contents of his stomach. The vile acids burning his throat as he cough and spit. He, he knew that person.

Dropping down beside the corpse, tears started to run from his eyes. They came slow at first as he fought them off with clenched teeth, but once they started he could not stop them. They were silent tears. Tears of anger and frustration. He felt that he cared about this person but he also didn't know who he was.
He grabbed the head and put it to the body, but it offered no clues. Only blood. WHY COULDN'T HE REMEMBER!?He let out an aimless loud shout. A roar of sadness and frustration. Slamming his fists into the ice. He didn't know what was worse, the bloody scene before him or the fact he didn't know this headless man, or even himself.

For a spell he just sat there with the corpse, his clouded mind battling with itself. Searching for answers, searching for meaning. Trying to understand what happened here, who was he, what went so wrong. What was he to do next.