"Falgur, do you know the story of the lady of the lake? I do not remember who mentioned her, but I do remember that person saying she started her journey where the village was had been built."
"No, I do not know it. My father never mentioned her to me. I guess it was because I was always training and learning how to read and write which was heard given that all the books had been taken buy the previous generation."
Sheyken sighed. It was the fourth day of the last stretch of their journey and they had made camp by a beautiful waterfall. Lasore was fast asleep, tired from all the walking he was doing. The two boys were laying on the ground outside their tent looking at the stars in the sky as it was a beautiful night with no single cloud.
"Why did we not process the bird beast."
Falgur
