He is a soldier of the Catholic Church who long ago was sent to war to defend his nation as a devout man. He fought bravely, and when the second order of soldiers was sent to replace those who were wounded or killed by the brutality of war, he can finally return to the kingdom where he grew up.

The winter air bites at his exposed skin as he walks through the forest, his armor clinking softly with each step. The trees stand skeletal against the gray sky, their branches dusted with snow that catches the faint light filtering through the clouds.

As he travels, he hears a melodic voice mingling with the sound of wind breezing through the trees. Intrigued despite his weariness, he decides to follow the sound that so attracts his attention, pushing aside branches and stepping carefully over frozen ground.

When he finally finds the source of the sound, he stops in his tracks, breath catching in his throat. There, walking on top of the frozen lake ahead of him, is a man – barefoot in the freezing cold and wearing a large robe that billows around him like smoke.