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The song I perceive as I wander through the through the
dim light of dawn, as it?s carried on soft shifting winds
through the stillness of early morn.

"Upon the hill, of the woods, the old man stood rapt in
thought; gazing, contemplative and in himself. His old hands,
fingers long and thin, but rugged, grasped the staff. It
was familiar in his hand; crooked yet strong. How times?
How often had he before this on this very place, lost within
himself; rapt in reflection? A breeze swelled about him
ruffling his hair and wisps of beard, grey with age and of
years. He had much, experienced much and known friends
in the Hidden Lands. But was before; before the Fall.
Glancing downward, a sea of activity, the forest with life
and lives. But lives are merely a wherethrough can be
expressed the nature of the Ancient; the one who abides
the Hidden Lands. The old man 'I am become not what
was intended but through intent am become.' And so, in
to human heart, he made forfeit which was his; the intangible
for the tangible, the for the mortal."

By now I am intoxicated by the surreality of the tale,
in the old man, and at last it dawns and I realise the very
nature of mankind, and of myself, and I lay to cry.

"In his youth, the Old man the Garensword, but not now.
And yet, the legend holds that one day, Man wield the
two-edged blade more to the conquest of nations and
strongholds and powers this realm."

I raise my as the song comes to an end and a stranger
as though she's a friend. Extending her hand I accept
it and rise. Standing, she into my eyes. "De-nyl, we have a
way to go. There is so much, too much, that I have to show you."

"If the is what you seek, it is only with the Ancient whose
face is never seen. He remains the Hidden Lands and may
only be reached the Garensword in hand. Let us depart from this place."

I was relieved to learn I would not be alone in my quest. For
that day, Destiny became my guide. I my falcon, the bird
soaring high and free the forest canopy. And yet there
remained my heart the lingering memory of that tragic Fall;
the wretched nature of mankind and of myself. Am I who I I am?
Am I alive?