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Once Upon a Time, there lived two clans who shared the same land in peace and harmony. The North clan, ruled by Lord Geir, lived in the mountains where they handled the harsh winters, collected firewood and hunted for food in the forests. The South clan, ruled by Lord Brynjar, lived near the fjord where they crafted boats and ships to fish, and they harvested their food through farming. From decent trade, both clans worked together through thick and thin. Lord Geir and Lord Brynjar became the best of friends, some would say that they were more like brothers in arms than trading partners. They would adventure into the forest together to visit the Elder Troll who gave them wisdom and guidance. He announced that their bond was like no other, Lord Geir and Lord Brynjar could not be separated if they should continue to work out their differences and accept each other.

Years after, the North and the South clan continued to live together, that was until the great famine struck. The South clan was hit first, the crops were dying and the fish became scarce. Lord Brynjar could not afford a trade with the North for his loyalty remains with his own people. The North clan didn't fare too well either. The animals disappeared and foraged foods were lost. The North clan was left with nothing and Lord Geir trusted that his friend could help his clan. But once word got back to Lord Geir that the South clan refused to no longer trade with his people, Lord Geir was distraught. He grew upset and anger led him to the Elder Troll where he confessed to his recent events.

Lord Geir pleaded for help and asked for guidance. When he was finished, the Elder Troll simply reached down into the earth. With his magic, a beautiful blue flower grew and the Elder plucked it from the ground. He leaned towards Lord Geir and extended the flower to him. "If you give this flower to Lord Brynjar of the South, all will be forgiven," the Elder Troll said.

However, Lord Geir could not accept this gift. He was looking for answers, not flowers. The Lord grabbed it out of the Elder's hand and shouted, "I do not accept this!" He threw the flower to the ground and crushed it with his feet. In doing so, the earth trembled, the trees shook, and from his boots, Lord Geir was engulfed in a bright blue glow. When the light dimmed and died, Lord Geir stumbled back in shock. He felt the cold all around him, but not a snowflake was in sight. He looked at his hands and his normal skin tone turned to a pasty white, his hair to blonde and his eyes a shade of blue. "What have you done to me?!" he shouted to the Elder Troll, but he was nowhere in sight. The Elder Troll had vanished and Lord Geir was left alone with the cold. His new change led him to reveal what he truly had acquired from the Elder Troll's magic. Lord Geir gained the power of Ice and Snow. With this revelation, Lord Geir of the North chooses to attack the South clan. When night came, Lord Geir and his men pillaged the South, froze their crops and the fjord. The South clan would wake to a frozen territory, one they could not survive in.

The next morning, the South clan woke up freezing. Lord Brynjar worked quickly to help his people from this sudden winter. But something else was odd, all of their food supply was missing as well. Lord Brynjar quickly sought help from his friend Lord Geir and traveled to the mountains with haste. When he got to the North clan, Lord Brynjar realized that they have their food and crops. Enraged, Lord Brynjar confronted Lord Geir for answers. When he found him, he saw the change in his friend. No longer was he friendly, but cold and dangerous. Lord Brynjar, fled the North clan and traveled to the Elder Troll's forest for safe sanctuary.

He approached the Elder Troll with anger and confessed his recent events with Lord Geir. Like his friend, Lord Brynjar pleaded for help and asked for guidance. When he was finished, the Elder Troll reached down into the earth again. With his magic, a beautiful orange flower grew and the Elder plucked it from the ground. He leaned towards Lord Brynjar and extended the flower to him. "If you give this flower to Lord Geir of the North, all will be forgiven," the Elder Troll said.

And just like Lord Geir, Lord Brynjar rejected the gift too. The Lord grabbed the flower and crushed it with his own hands. In doing so, the earth and trees shook once more, and from his hands, Lord Brynjar was engulfed in a bright orange glow. When the light dimmed and died, Lord Brynjar stumbled back in shock. His body felt like it was on fire, but not a single flame graced his skin. He looked at his hands and his normal skin tone turned tanned and rough, his hair to a dark ash black, and his eyes a shade of golden brown. "What happened to me?!" he shouted to the Elder Troll, but he had disappeared again, nowhere to be seen. The Elder Troll had vanished and Lord Brynjar remained with his new change, the power of Fire and Flames. Lord Brynjar of the South sought revenge on the North clan and attacked them during the night. He declared war on the North clan, reclaimed his food and other goods, then left the mountains in ashes. On his own land, Lord Brynjar thawed the fjord and his remaining crops so all could thrive again.

When morning came, the North and South clans met on the battlefield. The Legendary fight between Fire and Ice had begun. The battle lasted from dawn to dusk, leaving the Lords standing and all of their warriors beaten, tired and defeated. The Lords trembled from exhaustion, but neither would back down from the fight. When they attacked again, Lord Brynjar was left defenseless and Lord Geir struck him hard in the chest. Ice traveled through the Lord's body and into his heart. He could feel himself draining as Lord Geir's ice magic threatens to extinguish the flame from inside. As Lord Brynjar struggled to resist the ice, no one knows what was going through his head during that time. Either the exhaustion finally did him to the point where he couldn't fight it anymore, or he just simply gave up. But in the end, Lord Brynjar stopped struggling and he fell, the battle is over.

The remaining warriors of the South clan saw their leader fall and fled the field. The others were too tired to care, the North had won, the South had lost. Lord Geir stood over the trembling Lord Brynjar on the ground as he writhed and shook in cold; his body slowly turning into ice. Both Lords looked at each other with rage and anger. "This isn't over yet" Lord Brynjar spoke.

Lord Geir raised his sword above his former friend and brother, and prepared to strike, "We'll see" he said.

Before he could end Brynjar's life, a bright white light appeared before both of them. There stood the Elder Troll with a disappointed look on his face. Looking towards both Lords and former friends, the Elder Troll spoke "I tried my best to make you two see the truth. Your bond was like no other. You could not have been separated if you had continued to work out your differences, and accept each other and your actions, but you have not. And I'm sorry for what has to come to you both, but it is already done. Until you learn how to accept your past quarrels with others and yourselves, you and your bloodline will be cursed with the powers of Ice and Snow… and the Fire and the Flames forever. The moment when your time has come, your last dying breath will be shared with a newborn's first. Thus, the curse will carry on, and your generations to come will always live in fear. Do not find me for I will not be here, and do not seek for my people for they will not help you unless they choose to do so. I will be watching you m'lords, but I cannot interfere. Farewell, both of you."

And just like that, the Elder Troll disappeared without a trace. Lord Geir was left to think about the Elder's words and looked down to his fallen friend. Lord Brynjar had a sickeningly sweet smile on his face and let out a bittersweet laugh as he lifted his icy arm into the sky. "This isn't over" he repeated. The Lord released a flare from his hands to signal his people from afar, then released his final breath. With the frozen ice statue of the late Lord Brynjar laying on the ground, Lord Geir let out a devastating cry and swung his sword to break the statue into pieces. He fell to the ground defeated knowing that they may have won the battle, but the war isn't over. An icy storm started to swirl around Lord Geir as the South clan and their ships left the fjord and their lost land. The South clan and Lord Brynjar's newborn son were never to be found again…

Author's Note

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