The wind blows, carrying the ashes of Vetla`s Western tribes, entire villages razed to the ground by Shigu. And on top of a close-by hill, a surviving western watches as its entire lifestyle, friends, and home become memories, a genocide driven by a bitter and jealous Northern sergal that wanted to rip away the thing she would never have.

Many Years later that same sergal comes back and sits by the same hill, watching what once was their home, Joyful and painful memories flowing, and a particular feeling passes through their mind... Loneliness...

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