Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave, My Soul

In the distance, my falcon flies, above a clearing in the
forest. Suddenly, I hear its cries as it falls to the to its
death. Leaving Destiny, I rush in the direction of its cry. I
the clearing and stop in sudden horror as I view an
unnatural spectacle of ancient trees.

This is a forest, silent and calm, with no sign of
movement save for the of my form. The spell of age has
woven its evil intent upon hallowed ground as beneath the
grey clouds the was rent. Moving slowly, in deliberation
and for the dead, I am revulsed by the scene played out
before me. How these giants have fallen. majesty, their
power, and all that they were are as dust to the and returned
to the earth. I not why.

I plead Destiny for an answer as she arrives and she explains
it thus; "It pays tribute to the accursed rains for of all was,
little remains. These flowers you see are but a poor
reflection of what's left of humanity. They the laws of old
yet chose to disoblige the Ancient, holding such in
contempt by their works. The bane of is that all that he
is until the day he dies is a pawn that's expected to live by the
lies of tradition. The human condition, it seems, is to all to
tradition."

I wander amongst the fallen trunks as drawn, and find my
friend, my falcon forlorn. Lifeless, I hold his body hoping in
some way he's free. clutching him, I notice something, now
can this be?

Embedded in chalcedony an aged oak is the semblance of
an ancient warrior sword. To suggest this had aught to do
with the legend was a dream but to ignore the possibility I
not afford. I grabbed a nearby and began to smash away
the quartz as shards, they flew and cut into my flesh. The
golden hilt exposed, I pulled with all my might as it was
loosed at last from its chalcedonic grave. And I the sword
aloft for all the land to see and I was with power beyond my
dreams.

Destiny, with a smile, approaches saying, "The holds
the power to life as well as death" as I watch my falcon
take wing to wind and soar above the forest once again.
Following the bird, leaving the behind us, we enter into
the and instantly I am startled. The sword has affected my
sight, enabled me to see things which I have noticed before.
are thousands of graves amongst the trees; a cemetery for
the living. with no names, overrun with wild grey flowers.