Glacier stood on the mountain, looking at the city far below. He'd watched it grow from a small village into a large town, and then a thriving metropolis of gleaming metal and glass. Things were different now though. Did it still remember him? Or in growing, had they forgotten? The snow began to fall as he thought of these things, staring down at the gleaming metal and glass of what once had been. (yes, there is a larger story here)
