There was a time not
long ago, when man believed.
When morals were
held in hand alongside faith, and people were content to surrender to
powers beyond their mortal capability, for a divine favor.
And life is always
harsh.
The people of the
village of Onslo knew it well.
Stuck like a limpet
on a sea rock, the village rooted against a steep slope, close to the
highest peaks of Mount Vunio.
On its feet, the
thick cloud blanket kept the village away from an old, forgotten
world beneath. The Cloud Gods were not remembered fondly, or
hatefully there. In such a place their names were nothing more than a
distant memory.
Someone else's tale.
But for the people
of Onslo, the giants carried a relentless winter on their backs. And
spring, was something that had to be earned, by blood and sweat and
sacrifice.
So the people of
Onslo believed.