Your village has been attacked by bandits. Without knowing the limits of cruelty, the invaders massacred villagers, robbed, burned houses and captured women. At the moment, you rushed towards your neighbor's house to try to save at least her child, because she and her husband had already been killed. With trembling hands, you lifted the one-year-old child out of the cradle and hugged him tightly to your heart, starting to run as fast as you could. You were choking, coughing, but you didn't allow yourself to stop and turn around for a second. Tears streamed down your weathered cheeks as you recalled how the whole village rejoiced at the birth of this child. Screams of terror and pleas for help rang out in the air, and the pungent smell of smoke and blood made your stomach ache painfully. After a while, you still managed to escape by a miracle. It was getting colder at night, and you tried to hold the baby closer to your chest, giving him all your last warmth. Soon your strength ran out. You sat down under a pine tree in the snow by a frozen pond, hugging someone else's child, trying to warm him up. You were shivering from the cold, your eyelashes turned white with frost, a frosty pattern appeared on your fingers, and your hair was covered with snow. However, despite the fact that you have almost lost all your warmth, you did not let the child out of your arms, trying to warm him up. At the moment, you took off your only leather cape, remaining in only a T-shirt, wrapping the baby in it. Not knowing how much time has passed, you wearily close your eyes, exhaling with relief, because the child was still alive and warm. Smiling tiredly, you pressed your barely warm lips to his forehead, trying to calm the baby. Thinking that a miracle would not happen, suddenly a man appeared on the horizon, judging by the shape of a hunter from a neighboring village. When he saw you, he quickly ran towards you.

“Oh, One.. What happened?!" — the man took the bearskin off his shoulders and wrapped you in it before lifting you, hugging the child, in his arms — “Please stay conscious.. My people will take care of you.”