"Beneath the roots of our trees, there lie rotten, forlorn and forgotten souls of the ones that were lost in the yesteryears.
Long ago, in the yesteryears."
A boy suddenly falls and finds himself near to death as a creature soars away through the air, combing the hairs of the clouds to black from fair. He closes his eyes. But, unexpectedly, a handsome pair comes out from the verge. "Sÿngenflïnde!"
Cured and rested, the boy heads back to find his village destroyed. The stench of death falls down from the risk to find the boy's blood of the day before.
Then he suddenly remembers: His friends, his beloved, had been killed to spare his life. And slowly, the boy's anger begins to envelop itself as he heads to the southern castle to have his revenge. But then, his revenge begins turning into hope as he collects information on his way.
It is fate's choice to decide the boy's end; if he'll get his vengeance; if he will really find happiness after all- only if it is for a few minutes. |