The Old And New

Absalom let out a small grunt of amusement. A slight smile had grown under his blonde beard when he saw the old fortress that lay before him. He had been here once, decades ago, back when it was not covered in ice or moss, back when it was clean, vibrant and full of life.

Those were the good old days. The ones that have gone by and need to return.

It amused him, that just like him, it had somehow survived, that it lived on despite the harsh conditions of the land. It was the mark of a true warrior, one that any man should be proud of.

However, his nostalgia was broken when he heard out a voice call forth from within the fortress. It was none that he recognized, so he answered back in kind.

"The true owners of the land that you stand on. Reveal yourself at once so that we may judge those who have dared come across this domain!"