Ⅴ. White FootprintsI would like you to write a story that begins with "I want to die on a snowy day" and ends with "I muttered so softly."
Ⅴ. White Footprints
"If I'm going to die, I want to die on a snowy day.
"Don't make ominous jokes."
Hunkel, looking out the window. I'm not sure what to make of it.
You can find a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier.
I spent much of my time in the castle of Papunika, while he lived in a small village near the border. I saw him only once or twice a month, and many years passed.
Half of the people he had met in battle had died, but Dai, the dragon knight, and me, a child of mixed blood with the demon tribe, seemed destined to live longer than others, and the pace of aging stopped when we passed forty.
The Queen of Papunika, who had been united with my master, was ashamed of her own aging compared to her companion, and did not come out to the public, while the man who had been their teacher had suddenly died almost twenty years ago of a heart condition.
He was one of the longest-lived among his comrades who fought in the Great War.
He was once diagnosed as not being able to live much longer due to the wounds he sustained in battle, but due to his natural strength and his own training, he lived much longer than expected.
But standing side by side with myself, who has stopped aging, we look as old as father and son.
The cloudy winter weather is heavy, as if it is about to rain.
It's not so cold today, so it won't snow, but I don't want it to rain, because I heard that it hurts his old wounds very much.
If it rains, it will hurt his old wounds badly, so he doesn't want it to rain, although he tries to act as if he doesn't feel the pain at all.
"Here, take it off.
I wipe his back with a hand towel that I have soaked in hot water and wrung out.
His once taut muscles were nowhere to be seen, and the bones of his back were jutting out in recognizable shapes. I wiped his hands, then his feet, then his entire body.
Don't worry about it, I replied.
I don't know how many times I've done this.
Without fail, he would lean his head back apologetically, apologize shamefully, and do as he was told. I don't know what there is to be ashamed of, since we used to be so close that there was not a part of his body that I did not touch with my fingers and tongue.
The doctor who brought him in the other day told me with a somber expression, "I think he will die in another month or so, even if it is longer than expected.
Isn't there anything we can do The words spilled out of my mouth, surprisingly desperate. For example, with magic or herbs or something.
There's nothing I can do. The doctor replied. This is what life is all about.
When I was honest with the Lord about it, He allowed me to stay with him and added, "Don't be sorry, Laharto. He was just as kind as his father.
"What's wrong with snow It's just cold."
Dragons don't like the cold, do they But ice dragons are different. He laughed a little, as if he was convinced.
"Doesn't it look like the stars are falling
After the doctor's pronouncement, he was indeed getting weaker.
He seemed to have developed a rash in his throat, which made it difficult for him to swallow. Once he ate, he would immediately put it back down. It was sad to see him getting weaker and weaker, knowing how strong and fierce he used to be.
I wanted to sleep with him in the same bed as in the past, but I didn't want to disturb his shallow sleep, so I put a big sofa near him and he slept there.
"Wake up, Laharto.
His voice woke me up at dawn, and I looked up to see what was going on, only to see through the window that it was snowing. I thought it was bad luck, but it was the first time in a long time that I saw his happy face.
"Do you want to go outside"
I asked, and he smiled happily.
I wrapped him in layers of blankets and lifted him up with my hands around his shoulders and legs. His lightness, which made me think that the blankets were heavier than he was, made my heart heavy.
"It's only for a little while.
The morning was so quiet that he could almost hear the sound of the snow that had accumulated during the night being stepped on by his boots. Small, dry, powdery snowflakes were falling from the dark clouds that covered the sky. He was like a child frolicking in the snow.
"Don't you remember, Laharto"
Don't you remember what He puckered his lips a little in frustration as he spoke of the snow they had seen together on a trip to the northern frontier.
"Did it ever happen
"Have you forgotten
"It was decades ago.
That's true, too. He laughed.
He put his hands around his neck, put his face to the half demon's large, pointy ears, and said something.
He felt the weight of his soul slowly fade away.
A cold bead of tears slid down my cheek and fell on his chest.
On his silvery hair, on his thinly closed eyelashes, the white snow was going to turn all the outlines white.
Thank you. He murmured softly at the end.
"I'm sorry I left you alone," he said.