As I sit upon my throne at the top of the mountain I sit and stare into the horizon. The light is absolutely beautiful, a rarity in this ice age. The frozen wasteland is truly a barren and harsh place to live. This winter was absolutely brutal and most of my people had to survive indoors and on their own. This was truly a humbling year; as we lost a lot of good men and women to the blizzard from the north God. We were ready though, as the Muses predicted this would be a very hard year.

We did not expect to be hurled with this much snow though. Several months in a row the sun was blocked by harsh hail and frigid temperatures. During the spring and summer years we gathered an exorbitant amount of food. We also inlaid the huts with extra fur and pelts that we hunted. This was something that we had not tried before; usually we do not need to cover the insides of the wooden huts. The wood has hardened to the point that they are harder than most rocks and have a thick layer of ice on the outside of the huts. Some have sadly cracked and the people inside did not make it. Though, we attribute that to them not hunting enough pelts or treating the wood with the sap of the God Tree.

The land we live in used to be green and warm. Though that has now been close to 45 years ago. We have endured this winter for quite some time. Our stockpile of food ran dry long ago and we have resorted to hunting the large creatures that thrive in this weather. Large mammoths, carnivores, and other creatures roam the vast wasteland though we do not know where they get their food they seem to always be well fed. When we have to go out for a hunt it takes all the healthy men in the village to take out these animals. We always lose a few good men, but in the end their sacrifice is not in vain. We use their meat to feed the dogs we need to hunt. We use their bones to make strong armor and skin parchment.

We have been pushing propaganda saying the winter is almost nigh; but this is a complete and utter lie. We have no idea when this winter is going to end. Though I have hope in my heart with this beautiful sunrise we will so be ending this tormented winter. I fear that if this lasts much longer my reign will come to an end. The people are sick of waiting for paradise to come back; to be honest I do not blame them. We will continue this for possibly another year; if not we may need to make the decision to leave and find new lands. Though, none of us know what is beyond our land. We will hopefully make it; if not, maybe we were not longed to live in this world.