Luyện nghe bài hát The Grave, My Soul

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

This is a fossilised forest, silent and calm, with no of
movement for the stain of my form. The spell of age has
woven its evil intent upon this hallowed ground as the
grey the forest was rent. Moving slowly, in deliberation
and respect for the dead, I am revulsed by the played out
before me. How these have fallen. Their majesty, their
power, and all that they were are as dust to the soil and
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,
remains. These grey flowers you see are but a poor
reflection of what's left of humanity. They the laws of old
yet to disoblige the Ancient, holding such decrees in
contempt by their works. The bane of mankind is that all he
is until the day he dies is a pawn that's expected to live by the
of tradition. The human condition, it seems, is to reduce all to
tradition."

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

Embedded in chalcedony within an aged oak is the of
an ancient warrior sword. To suggest that this had to do
with the legend was a dream but to ignore the I could
not afford. I grabbed a 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 the sword
aloft for all the land to see and I was with power beyond my
dreams.

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