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 fallen trees.

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

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

Embedded in chalcedony within an aged oak is the of
an warrior 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 nearby and began to smash away
the quartz as shards, they flew and cut into my flesh. The
sword hilt exposed, I pulled with all my might as it was
loosed at last its chalcedonic grave. And I held the sword
aloft for all the land to see and I was with power beyond my
dreams.

Destiny, with a smile, saying, "The Garensword holds
the power to bequeath life as well as death" as I my falcon
take wing to wind and soar high above the forest again.
Following the bird, leaving the clearing behind us, we enter
the forest and instantly I am startled. The has affected my
sight, enabled me to see things which I have never before.
are thousands of graves amongst the trees; a cemetery for
the living. Headstones no names, overrun with wild grey flowers.