I like the fleeting horror elements of the final battle, especially when Luo-Lang's comrade was looking for his sword that was already broken and embedded at the back of his neck.


Too Easily Snuffed

How did people stay warm? What did they eat? What did they do? No indoor heating, no double glazed windows, no Netflix, no down jacket, certainly none of the modern day luxuries we consider "necessities". Winter was a frightening time for many people; if there was a poor harvest, you could starve to death, and there was always the chance of contracting illnesses that could easily kill you, such as pneumonia. Add to that, the onset of the Little Ice Age from 1300 until about 1870, and it meant surviving much colder winters. Winter was the most dangerous time in the medieval calendar year.

Jack Frost being born during the 1700s wasn't the truth. His legend was known during that time, but his existence stretched farther before.

In the future, hopefully soon, Jack likes to muse that people might look upon his season with delight. Maybe parents would finally let the kids to just laugh about in the snow instead of ushering them inside all the time or if they are being let out it's not just to pile up sticks. Maybe the parents would join in themselves to play. There's like only 1 out of 40 who would sled, still few ice skated since they'd rather use polished wood for something else and horses are too precious and not many would think to collect the shin bones, or use them for skate. The popular game during his season is either boar hunting or chess.

He wondered what people would make of the snow he brings once common folks would roam about instead of just wanderers and soldiers. He's a bit bored and really disappointed how often his snow get stained red.

The near-constant military conflict is... wasteful.

Jack dangled his legs on the huge, overly extravagant and highly unnecessary result of many trees cut down with the enormous clock they created not to tell time but to signal when to kill a kid they believed whose blood would give them immortality. For a couple of men's delusional wish, nearly a hundred troops died. Fathers and sons and the few Ming women, died for nothing due to blind orders to kill enemies.

People hide during winters though. His season was too often cold and often too unforgiving. He was hoping they'd delay any further death. But snow piled up too slowly and in the end everyone died, the only ones left are the nameless stranger, the kid, the dog, and the runaway horses who managed to escape the arrow waves.

But he was getting stronger. The snow piled up more quickly at his will than previous attempts, it still took half an hour but next time.. next time he'll be stronger, and would be able to instantly bury whatever stupid battle happening in seconds under snow. Better they suffer frost bites and lose their toes than lose their lives.

Right?