Secret: Leaving in a Snowstorm

Another day of Literary Buffs!
This day we put 'secrets' (things that sound cool out without context) into a bucket and swapped them around. The one I got was:
"I climbed a mountain in a blizzard in a storm & never returned"
Here's what I did for that:

I wasn't prepared to leave. I just wanted life to continue the same way that it had for so long. But the foreign lords wanted war, so war was forced upon us. I felt so young, even though I had to grow up so fast anyways. I could have stayed and adapted. But no, I wasn't able to handle it correctly. My poor Mom, she had to deal with my protests and tantrums when there was nothing that she could have done to protect me, even if she had agreed. So I had to take matters into m own hands. In the middle of the night, fighting against the gusting winds and freezing snow, I set the scene: blood and meat from a rabbit strewn across the lawn; an area compressed down where a struggle could have occurred; and bear prints in the snow leading to and away from the house. There wasn't actually a bear, but my mother never got to know that. She never got to know what truly happened to me. On that night so long ago, I climbed a mountain in a blizzard and never returned.