Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave, My Soul

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

is a fossilised 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 this hallowed ground as the
grey clouds the forest was rent. slowly, in deliberation
and respect for the dead, I am revulsed by the scene out
before me. How these have fallen. Their majesty, their
power, and all that they were are as to the soil and returned
to the earth. I not why.

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

I amongst the fallen trunks as though drawn, and find my
fallen friend, my falcon forlorn. Lifeless, I 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 that had aught to do
the legend was a dream but to ignore the possibility I could
not afford. I a nearby rock and began to smash away
the quartz as crystal shards, they flew and cut my flesh. The
golden sword hilt exposed, I pulled with all my as it was
loosed at last from its chalcedonic grave. And I held the
aloft for all the to see and I was filled with power beyond my
dreams.

Destiny, a smile, approaches saying, "The Garensword holds
the power to bequeath life as as death" as I watch my falcon
take wing to and soar high above the forest once again.
Following the bird, the clearing 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 never before.
There are thousands of graves the trees; a cemetery for
the living. with no names, overrun with wild grey flowers.