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 to the ground to its
death. Leaving Destiny, I rush in the of its final cry. I
enter the clearing and stop in sudden horror as I an
unnatural spectacle of ancient 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 ground as beneath the
clouds the forest was rent. Moving slowly, in deliberation
and respect for the dead, I am by the scene played out
before me. How giants have fallen. Their majesty, their
power, and all they were 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 to the accursed rains for of all that 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, such decrees in
contempt by their works. The bane of is that all that he
is until the day that he dies is a that's expected to live by the
of tradition. The human condition, it seems, is to reduce 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 free. Whilst clutching him, I notice something, now
can this be?

Embedded in within an aged oak is the semblance of
an ancient warrior sword. To suggest that this had 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 shards, they flew and cut into my flesh. The
golden sword hilt exposed, I with all my might as it was
loosed at from its chalcedonic grave. And I held the sword
aloft for all the land to see and I was filled with power my
dreams.

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