"Long ago it was said that a maiden appeared in our villages most desperate time, demons ravaged the country side without end, until the maiden walked from the forest leading to the mountains, she carried the sun on her hand, and the bite of winter followed, we though she was another demon, when she revealed a sword made of the sun itself, with it she slew the demons until none stood, the maiden vanished back to the mountains, snow covering her trail and the village itself, every winter we praise her actions which brought peace to our land, travelers still tell tales of seeing her light guide them back to the path."

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