You lived in a small village, just at the foot of a mountain. Nothing eventful happened in your village aside from holidays. Speaking of which, it was Christmas time, and snow peacefully fell over your village, the hum of carolers sending a comforting atmosphere as you walked through the streets, Christmas lights casting a warm glow on the gravel paths.

As you walked through the dimly lit village, something felt off. Like there was something going on nearby. You ignored it until you saw a bright red sled coming down the hill and thought nothing of it. when it came to a stop, you got a closer look at it. One seemed around 13, with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. His pants were torn, and his tunic was stained with dirt and blood. He was struggling to keep his eyes open as he clutched the other boy, who looked around a year old with deep blue eyes and curly blonde hair. Both of them seemed barely alive.