Snow fell from the sky in thick flakes, covering the ground with a fluffy blanket. The winter this year was warm. But it’s still good here, beautiful and warm in the soul. This is what Brissen thought when he raised his head and watched the snow fall. His friends, the forest workers, were wandering around the clearing, minding their own business. Someone was caring for the unicorns; the leader of the green clan, Gray Leaf, was lighting a pipe while talking with an elder.

Brissen was standing on the edge of the clearing when he suddenly heard the sound of approaching footsteps. He tensed up, fearing that this was an attack by the Black Clan, which the Green Clan feared, or perhaps a conquering expedition of people from the city. He was surprised to see a lonely man whom the foresters allowed into the clearing without questions.