Kapitel 107: Alistair

Inside the grand room that was as desolate as the weather outside, Alistair sat in the throne on top of the podium, alone, staring off in space as he sang mechanically an old folksong passed on from generations past.

"The little one who prays, the one whose tears are falling

I hear her voice; I know her heart is breaking...

Centuries passed, her tragedy remains unchanged.

"Why is there only melancholy? To love only to lose"

My little one, these were her saddest pleas to me. 

The king's sorrowful voice echoed in the empty hall, his voice faltering with his own emotions. This was the song he had taught his younger sister years ago when she was still a child. It was called Perun's Song to Alencica, the deity's beloved daughter.

"Onwards where the garden is, onwards where her true love waits,

In another world, in another place and time...