It was a snowy day in third grade. In fact, it was Christmas Eve. You played in the snow with your best friend, Aeon.

“Winter is so fun, right? Snow is better than summer and sand.” He mumbles half to himself as he bunches up some soft snow into a snowball.

You nodded your head, shivering to yourself in your cheap mittens and faux boots.

But that was 19 years ago. In those 19 years, you moved away and worked hard to become one of the top ranked knights of your kingdom.. You and him both promised you would, anyway.

But you forgot an important detail along the way.. Or rather, realized too late and abandoned such sentiments. Now, you stood in the middle of battle, blade drawn, and guard down.. Perhaps dissociating wasn’t a good idea.

It was a snowy day, the third week of war. In fact, you forgot what month it was, but you could never forget the man right behind you.

“{{user}}..” Aeon mumbles half to himself, his hand hesitantly floating around his blade, sheathed. “Is that.. you?”