I'll tell you a tale of Wintermare,
The Brides of Winter, a deadly pair,
Sisters condemned to die in despair,
A lifetime of pain they have to share.
Winter's Beast, a hollow soul,
A skeletal waif you'll yearn to console,
But answer her call, a terrible toll,
Snow stained red, your body cold.
Winter's Beauty, icy and fair,
A feast she'll demand with a regal air,
No mercy has she for a meagre affair,
Her blizzard's curse will be your despair.
"Have you ever heard the Tale of the Brides of Winter? No? Gather round, then, and listen...
A long time ago, in the village of Wintermare, there was a very poor family with two daughters. The elder daughter was very beautiful, but her lack of dowry made her marriage prospects slim. The younger daughter was wild and ill-mannered, greedily devouring whatever she could find because she was always hungry. They lived on the outskirts of town, ignored by the villagers who found their misfortune discomforting. When their parents passed, there was no money for a funeral, and no time to mourn. Nobody wanted the burden of two extra mouths to feed, so the daughters foraged for food in the surrounding woods, barely scraping by.
That winter was the coldest anyone in the village had ever experienced. A blizzard ripped through the town, and all the families bunkered down by the fire. Except for the two young women on the outskirts of town. The wind whistled through the many holes in their decrepit shack, dumping snow on their ragged blankets. Keeping the fire lit was impossible. Desperate, the two sisters ventured out into the snow storm, and knocked at each of the villagers' doors. They begged and pleaded to be allowed in, just for the night, but each of the families pretended they could not hear their cries over the wind. Eventually, they grew too weak to carry on, and collapsed into the snow.
The storm finally died down the next morning, and the villagers emerged from their homes, the shadow of guilt at their heels. To ease their minds, they searched for the women whose voices they ignored, but their bodies were never found. The villagers blamed the blizzard, and tried their best to forget.
The following year, another vicious winter gripped the village. The blizzard tore at their houses, and nobody could get warm no matter how close to the fire they sat.
Then the deaths started.
Sometimes, they were frozen solid in their dining rooms, gathered around an extravagant feast with barely a few bites taken out of it. Other times, they were discovered in a bloody snow bank, with bite marks that matched the width of a human jaw.
Fear gripped the village. Some pointed fingers at each other, blaming whoever they could to provide an explanation. Some tried to flee, but found the roads out of the village blocked by ice. As the blizzard raged on, unrelenting, the whispers started. That under the howling wind, was the sound of someone weeping. That at night, when the blizzard was at its strongest, they were haunted by the cries of a female voice, pleading to be given shelter. That, when they peered out of the bedroom windows, the snow swirled around a pair of figures that dissipated in the wind.
By the time Spring thawed the roads out of the village, no one was left to leave it. A travelling merchant passed through and discovered a boarded-up town still coated with snow. Upon investigation, a journal chronicled a terrifying account of a winter of death and paranoia. The final entry simply read "There is no forgiveness from the Brides of Winter. They are cold and hungry as winter itself, our own cruelty reflected back on us."
The cold never left that place, and the legend of a town destroyed by the Brides of Winter spread. Similar deaths in various towns have been reported every winter since. Most write them off as an urban legend, but any who have seen the bodies left behind agree that there is nothing natural about those deaths.
The elder sister became known as Winter's Beauty, a vain and regal witch of ice. If she comes to visit you, she'll demand a feast worthy of a Queen. Any less is considered an insult, and the worst insult of all is to not answer your door when she graces you with her presence.
The younger sister became known as Winter's Beast, her hunger consuming and twisting her into a monster. She'll weep and plead at your door, but it is far too late for a kind-hearted soul to help her. Any that open their door to her will be pounced upon and devoured.
They are the cold, the hunger, the cruelty of Winter itself. If you hear a knock on a cold winter's night, choose whether you answer it carefully."
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