Curse

I walked out of the Halls, aware of the heavy wooden door swinging closed and the guards bidding us farewell.

I envied Waelden for his ability to sleep. My mind was still more active than I wished as the small hours approached, but he slept as if he hadn’t a care. That was not true. After speaking with him of Isa, he had much to ponder.

The following words were called loud and relentlessly into the darkness of midnight many, many years ago, in the time of the Long Winter, T.A 2759. Ice and snow fell from the sky upon the woman scorned; the moon veiled by the blackest of clouds and the whitest of mist, and her voice the harbinger of doom and ruin upon the world and her lover, the one who had left her in the cold as she lay in childbirth, screaming of thirst, of hunger, and of pain.

Chapter Two: A mad-dwarf, a mute and an axe.

When the mad-dwarf met the mute.
To explain Tórunr's muted mouth, by the act of a missing tongue.

There are blanks in my memory… 

Kuzgun walked towards to the house which stands over the green hill, with dancing steps moving rhythmical with the music she could still hearing in her ears. Or maybe it was her heart singing with joy.