Udis walked down the stone path that overlooked the mountains. The mist hung above them like a specter, haunting him, staying on to his conscience.

He could see the fires, far off in the distance. The war was going very badly. Invaders from the east had been mercilessly destroying and taking over the land that was rightfully his. They had recently been stalled in their advance, but at a very dear cost; thousands were losing their lives to preserve their homeland.

Udis walked further along down the hill.

Was he not supposed to be the protector and defender of his nation? The people looked up to him for guidance. Some worshipped him. He had been a fair leader, after all. He loved his people, and his people loved him.

He cursed and hurled a stone with all his might down the mountainside. He vowed that he was not going to let this interloper take his country, even if it meant that he had to throw his cold, dead body on him.

He called down a curse on the man responsible for all this bloodshed:

Temüjin.