The song I perceive as I wander through the woods
through the dim light of dawn, lilts as it?s
carried on soft shifting winds through the
stillness of this early morn.

"Upon the hill, east of the woods, the old man
stood rapt in thought; gazing, contemplative and
lost in himself. His old hands, fingers long and
thin, but rugged, grasped the wooden staff. It was
familiar in his hand; crooked yet strong. How many
times? How often had he before this stood on this
very place, lost within himself; rapt in
reflection? A light breeze swelled about him
ruffling his hair and wisps of beard, grey with
age and wisdom of years. He had seen much,
experienced much and known friends in the Hidden
Lands. But that was before; before the Fall.
Glancing downward, a sea of activity, the forest
teeming with life and lives. But lives are merely
a doorway wherethrough can be expressed the nature
of the Ancient; the one who abides within the
Hidden Lands. The old man thinks 'I am become not
what was intended but through intent am become.'
And so, in servitude to human heart, he made
forfeit that which was his; the intangible for the
tangible, the imperishable for the mortal."

By now I am intoxicated by the surreality of the
tale, viewing myself in the old man, and at last
it dawns and I realise the very nature of mankind,
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"In his youth, the Old man wielded the Garensword,
but not now. And yet, the legend holds that one
day, Man shall wield the two-edged blade once more
to the conquest of nations and strongholds and
powers beyond this realm."

I raise my eyes as the song comes to an end and a
stranger approaches as though she's a friend.
Extending her hand I accept it and rise. Standing,
she looks into my eyes. "De-nyl, we have a long
way to go. There is so much, too much, that I have
to show you."

"If the truth is what you seek, it is only with
the Ancient whose face is never seen. He remains
within the Hidden Lands and may only be reached
with the Garensword in hand. Let us depart from
this place."

I was relieved to learn that I would not be alone
in my quest. For that day, Destiny became my
guide. I released my falcon, the bird soaring high
and free above the forest canopy. And yet there
remained within my heart the lingering memory of
that tragic Fall; the wretched nature of mankind
and of myself. Am I who I think I am? Am I even
alive?