Frozen Blade on the Battlefield

On the cold night in the slums, a snow flake slowly falls to my arm while a cold wind blows in my small frail body. Harsh winter has finally started, It brings both blessing and hardship for us. It is the most ruthless season for us beggars and especially the street children like me. My small skinny body's shivering as I hug myself tighter trying to cover my body more of some dirty rags I found in the side.
"When will this end?" I muttered. Slowly getting up and walking to my hiding place which I can even call my home now. Passing by different kinds of people on the way, Criminals, Commoners, Beggars of different ages be it old or young and even managing to catch a glimpse of nobles outside of this dirty dark street.
My small hands are starting to feel numb from cold as I continue to walk to a broken down house somewhere on the abandoned street just a few miles outside the royal castle "It must be comfortable living in the palace" I can only say to myself as I look at the peeking towering walls on the trees I pass by. As I arrive to my destination I looked at my reflection on a bucket full of clear water
Dark gray hair that's just above my shoulder, greasy and dirty for not being washed too long. My Skinny body that is full of scratches and even some wounds on my arms, knees and legs. A body that doesn't look like it belongs to a normal healthy 16 year old Child.
I wasn't a noble before, but at least I used to live far better life than a normal commoner but that all ended as both my father and brother ended up dead on one of their mercenary mission. One of the things I'm thankful about is that I've learned to hunt and fight, it might be one of the few reasons I've manage to scape from being captured by slave hunters.
I hate winter as it is a harsh season but it is also a good season where I can catch bigger prays with my traps in the forest. And tomorrow is one of the days where I am scheduled to go out of the city and look at my traps in the forest. I lay some firewood on the dirt and proceed to light them. Again I continue to thank my father and brother for teaching me this, if not for them then I'll be hopeless and would have died in this cold winter night or even worst, would become a slave and plaything to whom ever bought me after.
I haven't eaten anything for the whole day and I only have some small frozen raw rabbit meat hidden in the house. I've been saving this as my last meal till I go visit my trap again in the forest. It is rare to catch preys with only traps but I have no choice as I am too weak to physically catch them myself. That is way I still roam the streets for food or money at days I don't visit the forest.
After I finished roasting the meat and have eaten it, I curled up sitting near the fire for warm as I drifted off to a sleep, there are wind blowing outside the broken house and few snow can be seen. The first day of winter is not as harsh but there is still a looming danger waiting for us as these seasons continue.