"If we'd won, there'd be green trees and grass and flowers of every color. And it'd be warm."
But you didn't win, Aila didn't retort. Instead, the White Warlock had killed the King and his Heirs, taken the castle, and remade the land to his liking for leagues in every direction. "I know, Mother."
"But don't you worry," the woman continued. "The Prophecy will still come true. A hero will rise up and defeat her. It just wasn't time yet, and Gwarn wasn't the right hero."
"I'm sure you're right, Mother." The snow was up to her knees. Fat chance.