Who doesn't know the fairy tale of Snow White? A drop of blood in the snow?
Well, in my case, it wasn't just a drop of blood, but more, much more.

It's winter and winter is dangerous here in the mountains.
Slowly, I put one foot in front of the other so as not to slip and fall into the depths.
The path along the slope is dangerous and I'm scared, every time I have to go this way I'm scared.
Until this day.
When I turned a crevice, I see it, the first drop, the red liquid. I speed up my steps a little, but when I get home it is too late. He is dead. His blood gleams so innocently in the formerly white snow. Just as if it were a gift from heaven.
Sometimes I wonder if death is a gift or a punishment. In this case it was a punishment imposed on an innocent man.

But I am not unhurt either, the renegades who have been hanging around in the forest for some time have severely damaged me.But that's nothing contrary to what they did to him.
Tears run down my cheeks and mix with the blood from one of the many wounds they have inflicted on me.
But I mustn't give up, because we both had a dream, once we wanted to see the silver cross on the top of the mountain, once only.

So this isn't mine, but the rest of it after that. I hope for clerks! ^^