Silence
fell
across
the
once
bustling
town
as
snowflakes
danced
through
the
air,
falling
gently
to
the
ground.
The
only
noise
was
the
quiet
patter
of
footsteps
as
a
lone
figure
made
their
way
through
the
deserted
streets.
Their
eyes
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fixed
on
the
distant
mountains,
shrouded
in
a
blanket
of
white. This
figure
was
no
ordinary
person.
They
were
the
bearer
of
a
great
and
terrible
secret.
One
that
had
been
kept
hidden
for
centuries,
passed
down
from
generation
to
generation.
For
they
were
the
ones
tasked
with
guarding
the
gateway
to
the
land
of
the
dead. They
alone
knew
that
the
snow
that
fell
from
the
sky
was
not
just
frozen
water.
It
was
the
souls
of
the
departed,
carried
on
the
winds
from
the
land
beyond.
And
their
duty
was
to
make
sure
that
those
souls
passed
through
the
gate,
and
did
not
linger
in
the
mortal
world. But
as
they
reached
the
foot
of
the
mountain,
something
was
wrong.
The
gate
lay
twisted
and
broken,
shattered
by
some
unknown
force.
And
as
they
stood
there,
staring
in
horror
at
the
destruction
before
them,
a
voice
spoke
out
from
the
darkness. "You
were
too
late,
Guardian.
The
gate
has
been
breached.
The
dead
have
already
begun
to
stir." With
a
heavy
heart,
the
figure
turned
and
began
to
make
their
way
back
to
the
town.
They
knew
what
had
to
be
done.
They
had
seen
it
countless
times
before.
The
town
would
have
to
be
cleansed.
The
snow
would
have
to
bear
witness
to
the
bloodshed. As
they
walked,
their
mind
wandered
back
to
the
past.
To
the
countless
times
they
had
stood
at
the
gate,
watching
as
loved
ones
passed
through.
To
the
times
they
had
been
forced
to
confront
those
who
had
lingered
past
their
time.
And
the
memories
spiraled
on,
a
lifetime
of
pain
and
sorrow. But
they
knew
that
they
were
the
only
ones
left.
The
last
gatekeepers
of
the
land
of
the
dead.
And
they
would
do
what
had
to
be
done.
They
would
extinguish
the
souls
of
the
dead
from
the
mortal
realm,
if
it
meant
keeping
the
world
safe. For
they
were
the
ones
who
had
to
bear
the
weight
of
the
silence.
The
ones
who
had
to
bear
the
terror
and
the
grief.
The
ones
who
had
to
stand
alone,
guarding
the
gateway
to
the
beyond.
And
so
they
embraced
their
fate,
silently
praying
for
the
strength
to
see
them
through
as
they
became
the
last
of
the
Guardians
of
the
Gate.