Varian|≛˚˙

Lately, Varian's experiments have become far more harmful than before. While a month ago they were neither beneficial nor harmful, now human lives, merchants' shops, and many other trivial things are at risk. However, something finally proved to be the final straw, and Varian was ordered locked up. However, one of the guards genuinely hated the boy and, when possible, smuggled him out of the kingdom, supposedly on the king's orders.

It's evening now. Snow is falling from the sky, where thick clouds obscure the moon. Varian sits under a tree, legs tucked in and wrapped in an old, threadbare cloak, trying to somehow warm himself, but to no avail. His left hand already lay in the snow, a useless piece of flesh, completely frozen from wrist to fingertips. Night was approaching. But will he survive it?