Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave, My Soul

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

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

I plead with Destiny for an answer as she arrives and she
it thus; "It pays tribute to the rains for of all that was,
little remains. grey flowers you see are but a poor
reflection of what's left of humanity. They spoke the of old
yet chose to disoblige the Ancient, holding decrees in
contempt by their works. The bane of is that all that he
is until the day that he dies is a pawn 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
fallen friend, my falcon forlorn. Lifeless, I hold his hoping in
some way he's free. Whilst clutching him, I something, now
can this be?

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

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